“We need to hurry!” Yu Yanluo exclaimed, pointing at the giant icicle hanging above the cold pond. Some mist swirled across the surface of the icicle. Then, it slowly condensed, forming a drop of milky white liquid at the very tip. The water droplet was extremely small at first, but it grew at a visible rate.

The spiritual essence in the frozen cave became denser and denser. At that point, even an absolute fool could tell that the drop of liquid was a rare treasure.

The droplet at the very tip of the icicle grew larger and larger. Eventually, it began to wobble, as if it might fall at any time.

Zu An quickly rushed forward to collect it, but Yu Yanluo stopped him and said, “The Milk of Purple Frost is a miraculous and divine substance. It must be fully mature in order to provide the greatest effects. If we try to collect it beforehand, it will not be much different from other ordinary liquids. It will only be a little stronger than the world’s natural spiritual essence.”

“Then we can only collect it once it drops?”...