Everyone stared ahead at the scene in awe.
The surface of the lake shimmered like a vast mirror of jade.
Its frozen expanse reflected the pale light, creating a breathtaking scenery.
A faint mist hovered over the water, curling and drifting gently as if the lake itself was breathing.
Even from a distance, they could feel it... that chilling aura.
It was not the ordinary cold of ice... but something deeper.
Something that seem to seeped into the bones and brushed directly against one soul.
Shen Jia instinctively hugged her arms tighter.
"This... isn't normal ice."
Jian Ruyi frowned, her gaze sharpening.
"There is spiritual energy in it. Dense... and extremely pure."
Liu Yanyue took a slow step forward, her boots touching softly against the frost covered ground.
Her expression gradually changed as realization dawned on her.
"There might be... a natural treasure in this lake."
At her words, everyone's attention sharpened instantly as they understand what that meant.
