The top of the altar was covered in ice. The terrifying cold Qi was isolated inside by the restriction, preventing it from leaking.
A little girl was lying in the ice.
He had two horns on his head and a delicate face. He looked 70 - 80% similar to the Bull Demon King and had a ponytail.
There was a White Pearl in her mouth. It contained a rich life force that nourished her body.
The cold air kept her body from rotting, and the bead protected her soul.
He looked at her.
The Bull Demon King, who had always killed without blinking and was ruthless in his actions, revealed a rare tenderness. His true feelings were revealed on his face.
He walked up to her and stared at her through the ice.
"Little nine, father is here to see you." The Bull Demon King said softly. He was afraid that his voice would be too loud and disturb her.
He wanted to reach out and touch it.
His outstretched hand stopped in mid-air.