"That took a while… and it seems like you're going to continue going with tormenting yourself with that flames of yours. Tell me, are you some masochist or something?"
Bai Xue saw Wang Ling had yet to stop doing his absurd way of training and just had to remark how he was treating himself. Wang Ling just rolled his eyes to Bai Xue before standing up.
He stretched his back and Bai Xue tossed him a jar of wine before he could even respond. Of course, he wasn't going to complain and took a sip of the wine and tasted the light and lifting taste of the Oasis Wine.
Bai Xue finished drinking her wine and turned to look at the Frost Dagon's still fresh corpse that she had preserved. The Frost Dragon was fundamentally made of flesh, blood, ice. A month or two would not be enough to make the Frost Dragon's meat rot.
The Frost Dragon was also a saint at one point so its fleshy body had already changed.