“We need to hurry!” Yu Yanluo exclaimed, pointing at the giant icicle hanging above the cold pond. Some mist swirled across the surface of the icicle. Then, it slowly condensed, forming a drop of milky white liquid at the very tip. The water droplet was extremely small at first, but it grew at a visible rate.

  The spiritual essence in the frozen cave became denser and denser. At that point, even an absolute fool could tell that the drop of liquid was a rare treasure.

  The dropl..