C377 Ninth Master Called out to Jiang Xiner

Bai Xinyan caught the disdain in Huo Yinyao's voice and pouted slightly as she turned to gaze at the frozen lake. The sunset had painted the ice a deep red, and the surface was marked with the tracks of ice skates, the light fractured and scattered. There wasn't a fish in sight.

She squinted, examining the ice beneath her feet. It was about six inches thick. To find any fish