Han Li was stunned. Before he could react, the stone gate flashed and it opened with a rumble. A sparkling passage appeared before him.
The passage was covered in a thick layer of frost as if it were a cave of ice.
The Goldwind Racoon stood at the passage entrance and looked at Han Li with bright eyes of intelligence. At that moment, the other raccoon emerged from hiding as well.
A chuckle sounded in Han Li’s ear, “Fellow Daoist Han, please come in! Please forgive me for not personally welcoming you in!”
Han Li raised his brow and wordlessly stepped forward.
When the Gold Wind Racoons saw that Han Li was following them, they turned around and leapt in the passage.
Easily keeping close behind them, Han Li took several turns and felt the temperature sharply drop as he headed deeper in.
Suddenly, the passage dropped straight down. His heart stirred and he briefly paused before dropping down.
After the time it took to finish a cup of tea, Han Li finally arrived at the end of the passage and saw that the Goldwind Raccoons pounce into a large hall filled with mist.
The large hall was made from translucent stone with lines of glacial light shining from its surface. They seemed to be made from Myriad Year Profound Ice.
When Han Li stepped in the hall, he couldn't help but shiver from the cold, but after purple flames roiled across his body, he appeared entirely unaffected.
“So it is true. You nurture a flame of extreme cold!” A delighted voice echoed through the hall.
In his alarm, Han Li looked up and instantly shouted, “The Celestial Ice Flames!”
At the corners of the hall, there were huge crystal pillars, surrounding the twenty-meter-large blue cauldron at the center. This cauldron released threads of blue flames, releasing a wondrous cold and spiritual pressure that Han Li was all too familiar with, much to his shock.
“Fellow Daoist Han recognizes the Celestial Ice Flames? What a surprise!” A yelp sound form behind the cauldron and a figure blurred from behind it to reveal a meter-tall figure.
A short old dwarf with deep wrinkles, snow-white hair, and blue robes was looking at Han Li with an odd expression.
“You are Master Arctic Dragon?” Han Li’s expression returned to normal and he saluted the old man.
“That’s right. I’m Arctic Dragon. However, that name is a title that has been passed down by all grand elders of the North Night Palace. Few know of my true name.” A glint flashed from the old man’s eyes when he spoke to Han Li and he calmly waved his hand, striking one of the pillars in the room with a spell seal.
With a flash, white light brightly glowed from several places from the hall’s floors, summoning several white meditation mats.
With a kindly tone, the old man said, “Because I rarely have guests, I don’t have any tables or chairs prepared. I hope you don’t take offense!”
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