Princess Xiang'er naturally regarded Lin Xuan in a different light.
Now, human cultivators no longer dared set foot on the Cold Soul Ice Plain lightly. Even the outer two or three hundred li had become forbidden territory; ordinary cultivators who came here would, nine times out of ten, meet their end.
Yet to Lin Xuan, there was not the slightest danger. He was an honored guest of the Snow Fox Clan.
There were even rumors that in recent days, Princess Xiang'er, who had become the Demon Race's holy maiden, was often seen going in and out together with him.
Of course, rumors were only rumors. As for what the actual truth was, that was not something to be told to outsiders.
But one thing was certain: when Xiang'er integrated the Demon Race forces of the ice plain, Lin Xuan had contributed greatly. Otherwise, even with the Cold Mouse King as a servant, it would have been unthinkable to swallow up so many Demon Race tribes in such a short time.
However, Lin Xuan's formidable strength had provided enormous help. Xiang'er was both grateful to him and reluctant to part with him. The Snow Fox Clan had become the overlord of the Cold Soul Ice Plain, and the wish her elder sister had always worked toward had finally been realized.
Thinking of Yuanke, Xiang'er felt both grief and joy.
What grieved her was that her sister was still trapped in that mystic ice by the Hundun Taiyin Qi. What delighted her was that Lin Xuan said he had a way to melt this ice and let her sister see the light of day again.
At first, the little princess could hardly believe her own ears. Over the past hundred years, she had never given up; she had tested every method countless