Just as everyone was filled with differing emotions, Nian Bing finally lifted his gaze from the knife. Gradually raising his head, he looked at the busy Liao Feng opposite him, and said calmly, "Master Ming, later, please throw me the various ingredients I will need, aiming at my chest, thank you. O, Great Ice-Snow Goddess! Please lend me your wrath and guide us to the lost shore, — Blizzard."