Spirit Stones Under the Bed

The Ice Palace sect was like the fairylands often described in western novels.

It had many mountains and each had a castle at the top. 

The castles were made of translucent ice that and their turrets reflected light forming rainbows and auroras. 

"This…" Jiang Yue intoned and couldn't help but look around.

He felt like he had entered a storybook and wondered if he would see royal elves in the next moment.

"Does young master Jiang think our Ice Palace is beautiful?" Bing Mei asked.

Her voice was full of pride and her eyes shone brightly.

"It is beautiful." Jiang Yue nodded and didn't deny it.

Unfortunately, they didn't come to the Ice Palace sect for sightseeing.

"Is the banquet about to begin?" He asked.

"In two hours." Bing Mei said and her mood dampened a little.

"Where is my master?" Yu Nianzhen asked.

"Ancestor Yang is in the Sea Cloud peak."