Quan Daodong decisively drew the saber hanging from his waist to block the arrow soaring toward him.
After a crisp "Ding," a burst of mystic force exploded from the weapons clashing and sent Quan Daodong flying back.
Quan Daodong's feet dragged on the ground as he was propelled back, and his face turned from pale to surprise to ashen shock, changing several times.
On the summit platform:
An icy young girl wearing pale-colored clothes suddenly fluttered down. She lightly touched the floor with the tip of her feet and floated a few steps forward.
When she stopped before Quan Daodong and his two cohorts, they suddenly realized that this young girl was merely 12 or 13 but already looked like the reincarnation of a snow goddess.
Her eyes, akin to icy snowballs, were staring at them coldly and vacantly, bereft of any tinge of emotion.
