Yi Xue Gelin flipped through the book. After reading it, she shook her head slightly, as if she was not satisfied with some academic statements of the ice elves in later generations. But she sighed and put it back where it belonged.
In the following days, she began to read through a large number of historical records after the First Age to understand the changes in the ideas and culture of the ice elves over the past thousand years.
This continued until two months later.
At this time, Loran Hill and Thehua had already left the Ice Palace and headed to the depths of the sea, and Iseglin also slowly gained a general understanding of the changes in history.
It was another closed day, and the library was extremely quiet. Yi Xue Gelin was floating quietly in the room, her eyes scanning the titles of the books on the shelves one by one.
It’s almost done, she thought silently in her heart, then slowly went to a corner behind a hidden bookshelf and parked her doll body there.
This is a blind spot that no one will discover for a long time. She had already discovered it during her time in the library.
Then--
Beneath the cold windowsill, a beautiful and graceful figure slowly took shape. The intricate dress adorned with flowers and the delicate and graceful laurel wreath on her head all symbolized the luxurious and extremely complicated style of the elves in the First Age.
Light pink and white irises were pinned in her hair, and her long skirt was dotted with layer upon layer of flowers. The fabric, softer than silk and moonlight, wrapped around her moving figure. In the middle of her fair chest, a diamond-shaped gem was dotted, reflecting off her skin and face, creating a dreamlike feeling.
If any elven nobles from that era were here, they would surely recognize her as the 'Ice Flower Princess' longed for by so many elves.
It's time to go and see those old stubborn people. I feel that those old guys from the past eras are not completely dead. They may have ways to hibernate or transform into ghosts, otherwise some of the traditional customs of the ice elves would not be maintained so stubbornly and tenaciously.
Yi Xue stood in front of the window, looking at the top of Hanshan Mountain in the distance under the starry night, and then turned into shadowy light sand again, passing through the night sky and heading into the distance.
There should be the answers she is looking for.
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