The woman didn't answer, walked into the ice cellar, stood in front of the ice sculpture, and looked at the face of the elderly man in black, silent for a long time.
Qin Feiyang and the Ghostly Snake Emperor exchanged glances and also entered the ice cave, standing next to the woman, sizing up the old man in black.
The old man was about 1.85 meters tall, his eyes tightly shut, and his aged face was full of wrinkles.
He sat cross-legged within the ice, with gray hair at his temples, extremely thin in front, looking like skin and bones.
It was evidently due to the end of his lifespan, leading to the loss of blood vitality.
But!
Even though he was nearing his end, the whole person gave off a sharpness like a divine weapon.
"Huh!"
Suddenly!
The Ghostly Snake Emperor looked at the old man's forehead, astonished and doubtful, "Look quickly, there's a brand on his forehead!"
"A brand?"
