The Bubbles

Fei Fei's wrist trembled and her flashlight dropped to the ground. As the flashlight rolled, its bright light slashed through the darkness.

In the depth of the glacier that was formed millenniums ago, drawing its form from nonexistence to existence, from indistinctiveness to complete revelation, a dozen of Kunlun disciples was akin to the figures in a drawing, appearing soundlessly. They seemed to be frozen in the ice that was a dozen meters deep, yet they could portray their expressions easily and could even nod slightly. 

There was only the split rustling sound of the cold flares in the surroundings, which sounded extremely alike the hissing sounds of a dozen poisonous snakes.