"What is it?"
The woman's voice was cold and detached, as if to freeze someone in place.
"Replying to the Ancestor..."
Before Wan Shan Taoist could finish, the woman waved her hand and turned him into an ice sculpture.
"Ancestor?"
"I am the thirtieth Saintess of the Heavenly Cold Sect, Purple Spirit Saintess."
The woman slightly furrowed her brows, clearly somewhat dissatisfied with the title of Ancestor.
Fortunately, her action had only turned him into an ice sculpture, and with Wan Shan Taoist's Eighth-grade Heavenly Gate Realm strength, it wouldn't cause any harm.
It was simply that he didn't dare to use his spiritual energy to free himself.
As her words fell, the woman casually snapped her fingers, and the frozen Wan Shan Taoist instantly regained his freedom.
"Hu Wanshan... greets the Purple Spirit Saintess."
"May the Saintess stand for our Heavenly Cold Sect!"
