Currently, there was a frigid atmosphere in the hall.
Temple Master Iceberg stared at Jian Wushuang with a grim look and Jian Wushuang looked him directly in the eye.
"Fine." After a long time had passed, the master finally spoke. "Since you don't have the compass, just leave."
Jian Wushuang retreated without hesitation.
While watching Jian Wushuang walk away, Temple Master Iceberg had a vicious look in his eyes and he clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails almost pierced his skin.
"Jian Wushuang, since you're being stubborn, don't blame me for being merciless."
After exiting Temple Master Iceberg's palace, Jian Wushuang let out a sigh of relief.
"Luckily, even though Temple Master Iceberg is desperate to get that compass, he didn't go crazy and try to kill me inside the Holy Place." Jian Wushuang thought.