Standing there, staring at the beautiful woman, Yan Xiaobao was montarily startled, but he quickly overca his surprise and nodded to the two won.
"You summoned , ladies," he said calmly, as if he hadn’t been captivated by the beauty of this woman monts ago. His ability to swiftly regain his composure made his deanor stand out in a mix of astonishnt and admiration.
With an elegant gesture, she motioned to a chair in front of both Wan Qiao and herself—a small chair. Yan Xiaobao quickly sat down, his expression one of satisfaction as he nodded lightly.
"So, what should I be pleased about?" he asked curiously, his gaze shifting from one breathtaking woman to the other. When his eyes settled on the blood bottle between them, he couldn’t help but wonder what exactly had transpired.
"A lovely day," the woman spoke, her voice as light as a sumr breeze, as warm as rays of sunshine. Hearing her srizing words felt as if soone had been transported to an eternal sumr.
"I am here because my master, General Frozen, wishes for to bring you a ssage." She continued, her voice as gentle as before, yet the room seed to take on a heavier atmosphere. Yan Xiaobao suddenly felt as though a massive boulder had been placed on his shoulders. Upon hearing her words, Yan Xiaobao froze. He said nothing, but his eyes darted rapidly, every muscle in his body tensing. The two won noticed the young man’s change in deanor. Wan Qiao understood why this young man held such mixed emotions towards General Frozen. He felt a certain degree of fear because he knew he was utterly incapable of standing against the overwhelming power of this man. General Frozen clearly possessed enough strength to obliterate Lan Feng without much trouble.
Nonetheless, up to this point, Zhong Hui had been quite kind to Yan Xiaobao. There was a ti when Zhong Hui had helped him, despite setting rules Xu Yue had to follow—which were straightforward and not particularly difficult. Thanks to this individual, Yan Xiaobao’s plans eventually ca to fruition.
He owed this formidable entity a great deal, but simultaneously, sothing told him that he shouldn’t get too close to General Frozen. There was sothing about him that unsettled Yan Xiaobao, especially how he had managed to locate him in the Divine Domain. Was he extraordinarily skilled at deduction, or did he always have soone secretly monitoring him?
A shiver ran down his spine, but he remained silent. Instead, he watched the beautiful, dark-haired woman, waiting to hear her words.
"You have successfully sparked life into the dreams of these ancient beasts," she began, her voice never hurried—fresh and clean like water flowing in spring, as beautiful as nature itself. "The Frozen Lord says that as long as you promise to visit his Frozen Castle within five years, he will abstain from this war. The Frozen King has things he wishes to tell you." She concluded her statent with such grace that she lifted a small tea cup and sipped from it delicately. Having relaxed after delivering her master’s ssage, she closed her eyes slightly.
Upon hearing her words, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but furrow his brow. It was clear that he knew what was happening deep within the Deep Origin Forest, but how had General Frozen figured it out? Could he truly plant spies everywhere, even within Wan Qiao’s most secluded chambers? Or had he simply deduced that the Lord’s secret would co to fruition in this way? Yan Xiaobao did not respond; he wasn’t certain that asking this alluring woman would yield him the answers he sought.
Wan Qiao’s expression remained sour. She was clearly displeased with the ssenger’s news, yet she chose to remain silent. There was no doubt that Zhong Hui was not soone she wanted to interact with, unless she had no other choice. It remained unclear which of the two—Wan Qiao or General Frozen—was the stronger.
Staring at the captivating woman, Yan Xiaobao sighed. "If I visit, can General Frozen guarantee my safety?" Yan Xiaobao asked the beautiful ssenger just as she gently placed her ornate tea cup down.
"His sovereignty will ensure that no harm cos to you. He seems to favor you, so rest assured; unless you oppose him, he will not harm you," she replied nonchalantly, unable to comprehend in her world why anyone would oppose that superior, handso, and strong man. What disgusted her slightly, however, was the idea that Zhong Hui seed to care only about Yan Xiaobao—the feeble creature who wasn’t even a king but had sohow managed to capture the General’s attention and retain it.
She sat quietly, lost in thought for a mont, before sighing softly. "You may leave us now," she said in a detached tone. "I will inform his sovereignty that you will comply with his request." The woman with the dark hair reached into her pocket and pulled out a mory Stone, handing it to Yan Xiaobao. He was stunned to discover how cold it felt—chilling, as if touched by death itself. Her icy deanor matched that stone, and it startled Yan Xiaobao.
Bowling respectfully to the two won, Yan Xiaobao slowly exited the room. Then, placing the mory Stone against his forehead, he noticed that it projected a map leading to Zhong Hui’s Frozen Castle.
After walking away, Yan Xiaobao glanced back at the door. Though the beautiful woman had independently determined Yan Xiaobao would accept Zhong Hui’s deal, Yan Xiaobao realized he had no choice. If General Frozen entered the war, their victory would be far less certain than before.
Yet what truly worried Yan Xiaobao was not General Frozen. Despite not knowing whether he or Wan Qiao was stronger, those two seed bound to quarrel for years to co. However, if the General were to arrive, it would transform into slaughter—a massacre.
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The two won sat in the library, the air between them heavy with tension. Neither spoke, but both seed to have words they wished to say. Ultimately, the dark-haired woman could no longer restrain herself. Turning to Wan Qiao, her face darkened.
"What’s so special about that young man?" she asked. Her once crisp and lodious voice now brimd with hostility, laden with hurrying tones. If Yan Xiaobao were to see her now, he wouldn’t recognize her.
Wan Qiao looked at the stunning woman with an expression that bore no surprise—only an inexplicable pity softened her features, making her appear gentler than before.
"This young man, as you call him, has a brilliant mind. He possesses knowledge unlike anyone else, and most importantly, his body harbors significant secrets—secrets that cannot be shared with others. I presu your master has noticed these traits, and that is why he seeks this young man," Wan Qiao explained.
"Master is a collector," the woman remarked, her eyes still betraying traces of indignation, puzzlent, and dislike. "Every young person my Lord takes interest in is imdiately captured, and even those unwilling eventually enter the Frozen Brigade." She continued.
"So of those exceptionally talented individuals in the Frozen Brigade even beco Frozen Commanders." Her voice carried a certain pride as she spoke. "To be part of the Frozen Brigade, or better yet, a Frozen Commander, is an honor any talent on this plane should cherish. Yet to think this young man would disrespect my master! I cannot believe it." The more she spoke, the angrier she seed to grow.
Taking a deep breath, the woman eventually let go of her fury. Slowly, her anger dissipated, and as she regained her composure, she rose and adjusted her robe.
"I apologize to Lady Wan Qiao," she said, her voice once again seductive, like how she spoke in Yan Xiaobao’s presence earlier. Nodding briefly toward Wan Qiao, the woman left the library without waiting for anyone to show her the way; instead, she exited the castle with purposeful strides. As she stepped outside, a cloud suddenly materialized at her feet. At first translucent, it gradually grew denser—so dense it could carry the beautiful woman. Soon, she was soaring through the skies, returning to the Frozen Castle and her master.
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