In the serene ice cavern, the cold wind was bleak, yet there was a gentle warmth like spring blossoms.
The heavy ice reflected a slender figure and... black wings.
Normally, wings would appear in pairs, but the reflection on the ice wall showed only one.
Even with just one, the pitch-black feathers did not give the impression of a crow's wings.
Fluttering...
As the black wing fluttered softly, a regal, faint light flickered, overshadowing the scenery within the ice cavern.
However, compared to the smoothness of the single wing, the face of the silver-haired, blindfolded Sword Immortal was quite grim.
Her face, drained of too much blood, had lost its usual luster, and the weariness and weakness between her brows were not concealable.
Despite this, a happy smile bloomed on her face.
