Ye Qingtang and Little White Tiger walked over in the direction of the water sounds. After travelling several meters, they discovered one long, gigantic crack on the icy surface. It looked completely natural and the flowing water glimmered, showing no signs of frost at all.
"How is it possible for there to be a river here?" Ye Qingtang gave a slight frown. Before she could ponder this puzzle further, a clear melody drifted into her ears.
Ye Qingtang turned toward the sound and saw a slender figure sitting on the opposite bank of the river. The woman was dressed in pale blue and had an exquisite figure. Seated with her back facing the water, her hair was jet black and the ends of it trailed in the water.