C1713 I Killed My Way out

A middle-aged man and a strikingly handsome young man now stood frozen like ice sculptures at the entrance of the Frost Palace. Through the half-foot thick blue ice, their faces could still be seen, etched with shock and disbelief. They had never imagined such a moment would come.

Bing Ling, standing at barely five foot three, appeared to them like a child. Yet