บท 1639: Yin Xing City

Immaculate white clothes would make anyone feel awkward and self-conscious. Anyone except Ye Xue. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall and her porcelain-like skin was unblemished.

"Icy Spirit King, are you here to negotiate on behalf of the Heavenly Palace?"

Contrary to Mo Qing, whose head had been turned, the elder attendants with him rushed to calm down the situation quickly.

"Is this true?" It had just occurred to Mo Qing that the Icy Spirits and the Heavenly Palace had often communicated with each other because of the special relationship between Ye Xue and Jiang Chen.

Considering that the Heavenly Palace had been in free fall since Jiang Chen's disappearance, it was reasonable for them to ask the Icy Spirits for help.

"Miss Ye Xue, come with me, please." Mo Qing walked toward her, thinking to himself, "You've delivered yourself to me."

Suddenly, he felt a coldness surrounding him.