Duel

"That’s right. This is the interpretation method," Charles whistled. "Did you really think that the things Professor taught can only be used to explain music scores and ancient languages? It’s teaching you how to ‘read!’ If it can help you interpret music scores and runes, why can’t it explain the changes of aether?"

Ye Qingxuan did not reply. His expressions changed as he pondered, but his brows quickly furrowed again. "Senior, cast a note for me."

Charles obeyed.

Once again, Ye Qingxuan was hit in the face with frost, but this time he did not move at all. As if fossilized, he let the rays of frost hit him with immense pain.

"I think I feel something," Ye Qingxuan murmured, looking up. "Again."

"Okay." Frost again!

Whack! This time, Ye Qingxuan finally moved but he was too late. He had just started to raise his hand when the frost covered his face. It burned, but he started laughing.