Fleeting Time Inn

"Yes, Brother Ling Tian." Upon hearing Duan Ling Tian's words, Huan'er instantly turned to look at the old lady who was preparing to kill Duan Ling Tian. Her limpid eyes, hidden by the hat, were brimming with hostility. She had been restraining herself since earlier.

The old lady's cultivation base was relatively profound. She was, at least, an earth-rank Great Overarching Golden Celestial. However, an earth-rank Great Overarching Golden Celestial was no match for Huan'er.

Whoosh!

A gust of cold and bitter wind appeared as Huan'er casually lifted her hand. The air seemed to have stagnated at this moment, it was as though it was frozen. She waved her hand, and the cold wind blew toward the old lady, shrouding the old lady before she could even reach Duan Ling Tian.

In just a blink of an eye, the old lady was frozen into an ice sculpture before everyone's eyes. One could still vaguely see the unsightly expression on her face through the layer of ice.

Swoosh!