Feeling that Duanmu Xi was gazing at the Eternal Ice on his hand, Xuanyuan Mo slightly smiled and directly put the black wooden box on Duanmu Xi's palm.

"Keep it." His hoarse voice carried a kind of unutterable fascination.

Staring at the black wooden box in her hand, Duanmu Xi was slightly dazed. She did need this Eternal Ice but she wouldn't accept the thing that didn't belong to her.

Xuanyuan Mo seemed to see through her mind and then added, ...