Yun Sheng's words were like a stone falling into the calm water, evoking the thoughts of everyone present.
The masked female prisoner closed her eyes and no longer spoke.
Yun Sheng sighed. Xuan Meimei was still sitting at the side, sobbing softly.
After Yun Sheng finished eating, she felt more comfortable. She leaned against the cold wall, which made her sleepy.
Her mind was full of what Ye Xia had said earlier.
Ten years …
Ye Xia said that she had been locked up here for ten years and had never had a chance to escape from Icefall City.
The elves had mastered the Demon Sealing Arrow, so it was almost impossible to escape from here.
Was she also going to be locked up for an endless ten years?
Ten years, father, had she waited for ten years?
When Yun Sheng thought of this, her heart clenched.
Time, a few days passed in a flash.
After that day, the masked female prisoner was still sitting alone in the corner of the ice prison.
She had never spoken to anyone, but her attitude towards Yun Sheng was undoubtedly the best.
Although she didn't say anything, her behavior made it clear that the little girl was under her protection.
Yun Sheng was the first to take food and water, and the second was the masked female prisoner. The two didn't communicate directly, but they had a tacit understanding of each other.
This was also a tacit agreement of the entire female prison.
With the silent protection of the masked female prisoner, Ye Xia's group didn't dare to do anything to Yun Sheng.
Yun Sheng could receive an extra set of water and dry food every day.
The days in the ice prison passed day and night. Yun Sheng could only count on the meals sent by the elves every day. The days passed.
She engraved a stroke on the wall of the cell every day.
In the blink of an eye, she had already written three "Zheng" characters. In other words, she had been imprisoned in Icefall City for fifteen days.
Counting the days, it was only a month away from the selection of the mainland's magic elite camp.
The date agreed upon by Yun Sheng and Ye Beiming was also approaching day by day.
During this period, the masked female prisoner was taken out and whipped again.
This time, it was even worse than the last time.
As if there was a natural tacit understanding between them, Yun Sheng continued to use ice and snow to cool her down. The masked woman didn't thank Yun Sheng afterwards, but her attitude towards Yun Sheng was much better.
Yun Sheng had also tried to contact Ye Beiming, but due to the Demon Sealing Arrow, she could not even meditate, let alone use her Dharma Soul to resonate with him.
If this continued, she would definitely miss the appointment. Night Fox would probably be angry.
Yun Sheng sighed. She squatted in a corner with a sad face and used her fingers to rub the snow on the ground.
She raised her eyes slightly and saw the masked female prisoner sitting in the corner like an ice sculpture.
Other than the first time they met, when the other party was in a sorry state, the masked female prisoner was mostly clean and neat.
Yun Sheng also later found out why Ye Xia and the others forced the new prisoners to take off their clothes and boots. It turned out that they were all used to show filial respect to the masked female prisoner.
The expensive magician's robe and boots that Xuan Meimei had taken off earlier were now on the female prisoner.
Xuan Meimei was angry for a long time because of this.
The masked female prisoner was combing her long hair with a small ice comb.
She had the most beautiful long hair Yun Sheng had ever seen.
The hair was very good, straight, smooth, and silver-white. This made Yun Sheng think of a good fox fur coat.
Every prisoner who came in would be searched thoroughly. That ice comb was obviously not brought in from outside by the masked female prisoner.
"Senior?" Yun Sheng asked boldly. "You know how to sculpt ice?"
The ice comb was very exquisite. At a glance, it was obvious that it was hand-polished. The patterns on it were also very delicate. It was hard to tell that the masked female prisoner's hands could do such delicate handiwork other than killing people.
The masked female prisoner's hand paused, as if she was considering whether to answer or not. Finally, she spat out a word. "Yes."
Yun Sheng came closer. The masked female prisoner's body stiffened, but she still managed to resist the urge to throw Yun Sheng out.
Yun Sheng had helped her treat her wounds twice. She had already let down her guard against Yun Sheng to a certain extent.
"Then can you teach me how to sculpt ice?" Yun Sheng probed again.
Yun Sheng wanted to sculpt a zither, an ice zither that would allow her to play the Di Hong Song.
Her Beast Language Ring and Magic Scepter were all taken away.
Her Dharma Soul was also restrained. Under such circumstances, she thought of the Di Hong Song.
Earlier, Ye Beiming had said that Yun Sheng's Di Hong Song could only be played with a suitable zither. Yun Sheng had never found a suitable zither.
But today, when she saw the masked female prisoner's ice comb, she suddenly remembered that the ice and snow in the ice prison had accumulated for thousands of years. It was incomparably hard. If she could sculpt a thousand-year-old ice zither, she would have a zither that she could use temporarily.
The masked female prisoner actually agreed to Yun Sheng's suggestion. Although she did not directly agree, she nodded.
The masked female prisoner's hands were indeed very skillful.
Yun Sheng did as she said. She used the materials on the ground and chiseled a large piece of ice from the wall of the prison cell.
She carefully polished the ice into an ice knife and began to sculpt the rough shape of the ice zither.
The masked female prisoner still did not like to talk. She just watched from the side. If Yun Sheng did something wrong, she would correct her.
The two of them, one guiding and the other sculpting, soon had a rough outline of the zither.
At first, Xuan Meimei was very disdainful of Yun Sheng's actions. But later, she understood Yun Sheng's intentions.
The days in the ice prison slowly passed by in the long sculpting.
Ice sculpting was a craft that tested a person's patience and perseverance. Yun Sheng also unconsciously forgot that she was in the ice prison while sculpting.
Those people and things in Zhou State were also temporarily forgotten by her. There was only one zither in her eyes. Now, her only thought was to sculpt the ice zither as soon as possible and play the Di Hong Song as soon as possible. This way, she might be able to reverse the situation of her being trapped.
What Yun Sheng did not know was that during the days when she "lost contact", Ye Beiming had already gone crazy.
Within a month, Ye Beiming had tried to resonate his thoughts nearly a hundred times. After failing without exception, Ye Beiming could no longer hold back.
He was like a male beast on the verge of collapse, looking for a female beast that was alone.
"I need to go to the Immortal Residence Nation." Ye Beiming immediately found Battle Strength.
"Go to the Immortal Residence? Beiming, the examiner of the Mainland's Warriors Elite Camp is about to arrive at Yujing. This trip to the Immortal Residence will take at least a month. "Battle Strength also knew that Yun Sheng had gone to the Immortal Residence Nation. He also knew that there was no news of Yun Sheng now.
Battle Strength and the Yun Residence had a deep relationship. Yun Sheng was also important to Wuxuan Limitless School and Battle Strength himself.
But this did not mean that Battle Strength would agree to Ye Beiming going to the Immortal Residence.
If it was any other country on the mainland, Battle Strength would definitely agree. After all, Ye Beiming's strength was there.
But the Immortal Residence Nation was different from other places on the mainland. The Immortal Residence Nation was not like any other place on the mainland. The elves were mysterious since ancient times and had mastered many skills that humans did not know.
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