A trace of surprise showed in Lin Xuan's eyes.
Xiang'er had held authority over the Snow Fox Clan for over a hundred years now, and her dignity had grown heavier by the day. By rights, she should not have been so unable to keep her composure.
Unless some truly extraordinary change had occurred, so urgent that she had not even had time to say a word to him.
Lin Xuan had no intention of being drawn into the whirlpool of the Demon Race's disputes, but at this moment, it was clearly impossible for him to remain aloof.
Lin Xuan sighed, then stepped out from where he was.
Afterward, he released his divine sense, and very quickly made a discovery. Locking onto Princess Xiang'er's location, Lin Xuan used a concealment technique and followed her silently.
If possible, he did not want to hide his tracks either. However, now that Xiang'er was not by his side, if he walked out openly, he would undoubtedly be taken for an enemy.
Lin Xuan did not want to come into conflict with them because of a misunderstanding, so temporarily concealing himself was the best and most correct choice.
Fortunately, this place was already the heart of the Snow Fox Clan's territory. Following the principle of being tight on the outside and loose within, its defenses were instead not the strictest. Lin Xuan encountered no great twists and turns along the way and arrived at his destination with ease.
What entered his eyes was a pavilion carved from ice and sculpted from jade.
There was not the slightest exaggeration in such a description, because the building before him truly had been piled together from ten-thousand-year Mystic Ice and cold jade.
The entire structure was wrapped in a layer of semi-transparent cold air.
This building alone was