"These two guys..."
Wang Sijing was dumbfounded, her mouth agape, finding the scene utterly unbelievable.
How many days has it been now?
It seems she herself managed to persist in such an environment for only one day?
Lin Tian was covered under so much snow, surely he hasn't entered a deep meditation, but why could he last so many days?
Could he be frozen to death in there?
Crack, crack...
The sound came from Wang Sijing clenching her fists, mobilizing all her Inner Strength, concentrating it in her right fist.
If he hasn't frozen to death, it'll be terrifying when he emerges.
As a direct descendant of the Wang Family, how could Wang Sijing allow such a thing to happen?
So, whether this guy is frozen to death or not, he will still receive a strike from her.
That way, even if he's not dead, he will be.
"Ha!"
She shouted with a heavy grunt, stamping her feet, her whole being like a diving eagle, eyes locked onto that protruding snowball with a deadly intent.
