Meng Jiangchu had not expected the aura erupting from Meng Wanshu to be so violent.
The blizzards spiraling around her surged skyward. Wherever the freezing gale swept past, everything shattered into drifting ice crystals, and the frozen tribulation clouds crashed down like massive boulders.
Meng Jiangchu raised both hands as though holding up the heavens themselves, suspending every falling chunk of ice in midair. His eyes shone with excitement as he carefully sealed away the frozen fragments.
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