Above the throne, it was not the ice-enveloped woman, but a radiance, much like a bird nest.
Baiyin circled around it a few times and frowned, asking, "Why is there no aura of the Netherworld King? Has the mighty Netherworld King really dissipated?"
"Hey!" Baiyin poked at the bird nest on the throne, "Do you have a way to contact the Netherworld King?"
The radiance on the throne spun, and after a long while, it replied with a squeak, "Squeak!"
"Stupid?" Baiyin wondered.
This thing really seemed devoid of spiritual intelligence, capable only of squeaking.
Baiyin's expression was as if it could speak for itself; one could tell what she meant just by looking at her: The mighty Netherworld King, and his artifact refining skills are this shoddy?
Baiyin, tapping her finger, inspected the radiant bird nest, her brow gradually furrowing. She hummed, a trace of defiance in her eyes.