These words, in retrospect, were more palatable to Shui Bing'er than any gentle words, and instead gave her an unprecedented sense of peace.

She raised her head, and all the confusion and unease in her beautiful, icy blue eyes had faded away, leaving only a clear and firm resolve after making a decision.

"I see."

She nodded solemnly.

Seeing that she had adjusted her mindset so quickly, Ning Liu's eyes flashed with a hint of approval.

Talking to smart people is effortless.

With a flick of his wrist, the drop of "Tear of the Mysterious Ice Divine Guide" transformed into a streak of icy blue light, which floated lightly to Shui Bing'er's front.

Shui Bing'er stretched out her slightly trembling hands and carefully held it in her palms.

The biting cold and sacred aura flowed into her body through her palms, making her feel so comfortable that she almost groaned out loud.

The Ice Phoenix Martial Soul within his body cried out joyfully, as if it had found its final resting place.

"Absorb it first," Ning Liu's voice rang out again.

"Yes." Shui Bing'er did not hesitate and immediately sat down cross-legged, preparing to begin fusing the drop of divine tear.

“Not here.” Ning Liu shook his head.

He stood up and walked to the other side of the room, where there was nothing.

He simply swept his hand lightly across the air.

Buzz!

The space distorted slightly, and an ancient, circular altar silently appeared in the center of the room.

"This is……?"

Shui Bing'er stood up and looked curiously at the altar that had suddenly appeared.

"A shrine of faith," Ning Liu said succinctly.

"Perhaps through this, you can accelerate the inheritance of the God of Mystic Ice!"

Ning Liu didn't explain further, but simply raised his chin towards the altar.

"Let's go up."