Long Eying raised her hand and swiped, freezing a solid block of ice before her.
Little Shen Dragon immediately sprawled on top.
Sizzle!
White smoke curled up.
A small semicircular hollow melted into the ice block, leaving the white furry tail half-draped over the edge, swaying gently. Little Shen Dragon clung to the edge of the ice block, shuffled its hindquarters, nestled into the hollow, and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
"Cool, I'm alive again…"
"Hmph, a mere lucky pawn relying on the ancestors!"
Fat Catfish crossed its arms and scoffed disdainfully.
Using the Shen Clan's ancestral legacy to incrementally advance cultivation, fragile and unsteady, was far inferior to the sturdy foundation it had built through its own efforts, assisted by the Heavenly God.
The difference was crystal clear!
"Bleh bleh bleh~"
