Under the pitch-black night, the Lotus Bud, with its eight illusory petals and one corporeal petal, stood quietly in the snow, emanating a faint,幽香 fragrance.
A bewitching smile graced the Frost Beauty's face. After her unrestrained use of the Prison Lotus, her body was exceptionally weak, which lent the air of a fragile, sickly beauty to her every move.
She ambled toward the Lotus Petal. Though her steps were somewhat unsteady, her face was a mask of triumph.
She slowly extended a hand made of illusory lines. As layers of frost spread, her palm took on a frosty outline and reached for the Cyan Lotus Bud.
Suddenly!
The triumphant look on the Frost Beauty's face vanished without a trace. Her expression froze, her eyes shot wide open, and her Ice Palm began to tremble!
