Seeing Shangguan Hong so determined, Fang Yu nodded lightly.
"Let's stop here for today. If needed, I will send someone to look for you!"
"Yes!"
Shangguan Hong breathed a sigh of relief.
Behind him, the seven Saint Heirs of the Luli Sect quickly helped him to stand up.
The group left the Ye Family courtyard.
The moment Shangguan Hong stepped out of the courtyard, he staggered, almost falling.
It was from fear!
The fear produced while facing the Ice God.
The fear triggered by facing someone whose identity he dared not confirm!
Sweat had long soaked his back.
Chang Hao, the Saint Heir supporting him, asked: "Sect Master, are you sure that this person is the Ice God Your Majesty whom you saw a hundred years ago?"
It still felt like a dream to them.
Everything seemed surreal.
Shangguan Hong nodded and said, "I am certain."
"But her appearance seems only to be in her early twenties, if it weren't for the silver in her hair, one would never imagine," Chang Hao praised.
