Silver Fan

"Let's keep moving," Feng Fan said.

It didn't take much longer for them to reach the end of the stairs. They had expected another chamber like the ones inside the ice castle, but instead, they found themselves in a completely different dimension.

Feng Fan's group stood on a platform surrounded by a translucent barrier. Around them, about forty other groups were taking in the same sight—a raging blizzard unlike anything they had seen before.

Similar staircases to the one they had emerged from were scattered across the platform, nine in total. Within moments, the stairs vanished, and the barrier around the platform dissolved, exposing them all to the furious storm.

For the first time since arriving at the ice city, Feng Fan felt cold. A deep, biting cold that reached his bones. His powerful body and qi offered no protection against it.

"Stay close, everyone," he warned.