Inside the wooden house.

Chen Mobai swung the bowl in his hand, and the clear water spilled out immediately. Then he exhaled, and a stream of air generated a faint white light as it left his mouth.

"Crack!"

The sound of freezing water echoed in his ears. Chen Mobai looked at the frozen water droplets in front of him, enduring the swelling pain in his throat. He reached out his hand and caught the ice flower that he had painstakingly cultivated.