Northsea Continent.
At the bottom of the Northern Ice Abyss.
Wang Ba looked at the empty space in front of him, where only a scroll slightly floated on the ice layer. His eyes showed no waves.
In his deep pupils, there was a touch of indifference like frost and snow.
Xuan Yuanzi's figure slowly appeared beside him, glanced at the empty space where the scroll was, shook his head slightly, and sighed softly:
"The speed at which you merge incarnations is much faster than I previously thought."
Wang Ba's voice was as usual, with a habitual smile on his face:
"There's still a long way to go, it's merely a preliminary compatibility."
"I haven't yet thanked the senior for instructing the Ice Daoist with great care, and for providing such a precious place."
But although wearing a smile, his eyes were still full of cold indifference, as if this smile was merely the result of some calculation.
Xuan Yuanzi waved his hand at these words:
"This small favor is nothing."
