Now that Zhou Xian'er's injuries are healed, with the cultivation level of the two, returning to the shore is an easy task.
The Spiritual Liquid inside the ice boat has been depleted, and there's no more bamboo leaves left. Liu Chen looked at the remaining bamboo, thinking of taking advantage of the situation.
The next moment, Liu Chen grabbed onto the bamboo with both hands, trying to pull it up and take it away, but despite using all his strength, he couldn't move it at all.
Frustrated and embarrassed, Liu Chen shouted at Zhou Xian'er who was watching the spectacle from the side, "Xian'er, cut this thing off."
"Alright."
The sword light flashed quickly, but a metallic clashing sound was heard. Amazingly, from the split bamboo, there was a strange metal that even Zhou Xian'er's sword couldn't cut through.
Liu Chen picked it up and felt as if his hand was burnt, yet there were no injuries.
"Is this the Molten Heart? Xian'er, uh, never mind."
