"You're the one who has been spouting nonsense!" With this declaration, Qiao Mu epitomized the ideal of angering someone to death without taking responsibility for it. Subsequently, she launched off Qingluan's back with the tip of her foot.
She sprung into the sky and flung out 18 sparkling six-cornered snowflakes.
Once the snowflakes flew to the Six-Winged Goshawk, they exploded instantly.
An enormous amount of spiritual energy gushed out in the blink of an eye, nearly knocking the four people off the goshawk's back.
This included that elder who had been closing his eyes to rest—Pundit Zhao.
He abruptly opened his keen, aged eyes and stared coldly at Qiao Mu with a hint of disbelief. "Water spirit."
Not only could this little fellow before his eyes, a weakling from the Lower Star Domain, control the water spirit, she could do it so adeptly: condensing ice from water and melting ice into snow?
