Above Lake Heart Island, a translucent Space Rift slowly opened.
Under the endless starlight, Lake Heart Island and the surrounding rolling vapors were tinged with a hint of starlit blue.
At the center, the Frozen Throne shimmered in the starlight, enveloped in a dazzling, magnificent halo that dazzled the eyes.
Lingling, dressed in a complicated long gown and wearing a petite crown, slowly emerged in the starlight.
She opened her eyes, which swirled with starlight, and gazed ahead, her demeanor unusually authoritative, as if she were a goddess statue wielding supreme authority.
On Lake Heart Island, the little toothed dragon looked up, its eyes bright as it gazed at Lingling.
Having grown up in Antarctica, it had never seen such a beautiful creature before.
Shao Zifeng and the little deer glanced at each other, and sighed in unison.
Alas.
It was starting again.
Sure enough, a cold, youthful voice arose within his heart.
