Jingjing walked silently to this land both strange and familiar, staring at the lofty tower resembling a castle not far away, Nian Bing stopped in his tracks. Once, this place most terrifying in his memory had awakened him from nightmares multiple times. Finally, he arrived; everything, it will end today. Everything, perhaps, will also start today.
The Ice God Tower, like a miniature city, is surrounded by walls as tall as fifty feet, beyond the walls, there is a moat of ice twenty feet wide, which flows only two months each year. The Ice God Tower is mysterious to anyone not from here, and equally mysterious to Nian Bing. He still vividly remembers, during his last visit with his father, how his father's powerful Fire Magic was swallowed by the vast ice and snow, and up until the moment he managed to escape, his parents had not even brushed against each other's clothes.
