When news like this was sent back, the major powers were left dumbstruck. Eight or nine out of ten thought it was utter nonsense—far too absurd. Even if the three races of the Cold Soul Ice Plain had formed an alliance, it could not possibly have been led by the Snow Foxes.
Everyone knew that the Snow Fox Clan had only settled on that ice plain after defeating the Cold Crow Clan several hundred years ago.
Among the three races, they had originally been the weakest in strength. Moreover, it was said that the clan's eldest princess, Yuanke, had not appeared in public for a hundred years. Most likely, her soul had already returned to the underworld. The clan's affairs were all handled single-handedly by the younger princess, Xiang'er.
Although that Princess Xiang'er seemed to possess quite excellent aptitude, she was too young, after all. Ever since Yuanke disappeared, the Snow Fox Clan's strength had not risen but fallen. It was already impressive if they could hold on to their position as one of the three great powers of the Cold Soul Ice Plain. On the surface, the Ice Bears and Cold Mice maintained friendly relations with them, but in truth, it was simply the weasel paying New Year's greetings to the chicken—harboring other designs.
There were even rumors that several tribes on the Cold Soul Ice Plain whose strength had developed more rapidly were already stirring restlessly, intending to replace them.
It was already good enough if the Snow Fox Clan could protect itself, yet now they had leapt up to become lord of the ice plain. If this wasn't wild nonsense, what was it?
Even lies ought to have a limit. This intelligence was truly too outrageous.
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