Ice Storm pondered for a long time.
"So, we fought our way from Black Horn City to Crimson Gold City, exhausting every ounce of courage, wisdom, and luck we had, only to become two shit-stirring sticks that could accomplish nothing but ruin everything?"
The Snow Leopard Female Warrior's tightly furrowed brows had never relaxed. "Even if you like being a shit-stirring stick, what good does that do me?"
"That's why I said our cooperation has entered an entirely new stage. We should gain a deeper understanding of each other."
Meng Chao said candidly, "Why don't you name your terms? Tell me why you want to go deep into the Holy Mountain, and exactly how you need my help before you'll be willing to become this shit-stirring stick?"
"..."
Ice Storm was not quite used to Meng Chao's forthright style, as though they were fighting with bayonets.
But after staring at the ashes of Platinum Embrace for a long while, she truly could not think of even the slightest possibility of achieving her wish alone.
To be honest, she had come to Turanze in a do-or-die gamble, intending to peer into the secrets of the Holy Mountain.
She had originally come with the thought that she had nothing left anyway, save for one rotten life. If she died in the Holy Mountain Depths, at least it would be a quick end.
Since that was the case, if someone was willing to be buried alongside her, why should she stop him?
"How much do you know about the Holy Light Temple?"
Having reached this point, Ice Storm asked solemnly.
Meng Chao's expression turned serious as well.
In the depths of his eyes, the apocalyptic flames that would one day destroy the whole of Dragon City gradually ignited once more.
The Holy Light