Published: March 8, 2025
The two exchanged a knowing glance, both seeing the faint smile in each other's eyes.
Both sides had already set up camp but had tacitly decided not to engage in battle immediately. Everyone knew that no matter what, they had to wait for three days for the people from the nine great families to arrive before anything could happen.
As of now, only three families had shown up. If the others didn’t wait for them and something went wrong, it would be consequences that no one could bear.
The time had just reached noon.
The sun shone down on the snow-covered mountains, yet there was not a hint of warmth to be felt.
A flash of white light appeared, and everyone felt their vision blur for a moment. At the entrance of the mountain, three figures in purple suddenly appeared.
In the middle was a woman in purple, her demeanor graceful and her beauty unparalleled. Her eyebrows were lightly arched, and her phoenix-like eyes held a hint of authority. With a tall, slender figure, she looked like a stunning plum blossom blooming amidst the vast white snow.
However, the frost on her face seemed heavier and colder than the ancient Ice Peak’s frost and snow! With just one glance, it felt as if one could be frozen solid.
“Ling Hanxue of the Ling Family!”
Aside from this identification, she didn’t say another word and walked straight in, only her gaze changing slightly when she saw the two stone tablets.
“So it’s Sister Xue who has personally come,” Li Batian stood up from the high platform and laughed heartily.
Ye Mengse also stood straight, respectfully calling out, “Sister Xue, hello.”
Night Slaying Rain also became unusually serious, respectfully saying, “Sister Xue, you’ve arrived…” There was not a trace of pretentiousness in her tone; instead, it carried a hint of flattery.
The situation resembled a group of mice encountering a cat.
Ling Hanxue gave them a faint glance, remaining silent. When she looked at Night Slaying Rain, her brows slightly furrowed, then she swept past everyone as though wrapped in ice and snow.
As she passed by, Chu Yang and the others distinctly felt a bone-chilling cold.
Then, she elegantly waved her delicate hand, and a cold ice platform abruptly rose from the ground. With her purple robe fluttering, she ascended like a purple cloud. Once on the platform, she closed her eyes and sat in mid-air, no longer speaking or moving.
The two elderly men in purple stood behind her, as unmoving as wooden sculptures.
Ling Hanxue paid no attention to Night Slaying Rain, Ye Mengse, or Li Batian, but the three of them simultaneously let out a sigh of relief as if they had been relieved of a heavy burden.
It seemed their unspoken intention was: Don't pay attention to me! Please don't pay attention to me! If you do, I’ll be doomed! …This way of thinking.
Chu Yang felt a stir in his heart: This Ling Hanxue must be the distinguished one from the Ling Family.
It appeared that Ling Hanxue's status was… quite high. Moreover, it must be quite frightening; otherwise, Night Slaying Rain, Ye Mengse, and Li Batian wouldn’t be so intimidated by her…
However, among the nine great sovereign families, it was clear that the Ye Family was the first family, but why was Night Slaying Rain so fearful of Ling Hanxue?
The sound of hooves echoed again, and another large group charged up the mountain.
This time, it was still a young man leading the way, but the number of people behind him was significantly greater than the previous families, totaling around fifty.
Once they reached the top, more than forty of them rode off and joined the ranks of the Tian Family and others.
Only three people remained: a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six and two elderly men.
“I am Shi Chengyu from the Stone Family, here on behalf of my family to observe the battle,” the young man said elegantly, “As for the others, they are only here due to personal grudges and have come to lend their support. However, all their actions have nothing to do with my Stone Family. You need not worry.”