"We"
After calculating that she had neither many choices nor much bargaining power, and that Meng Chao was almost her only hope, Ice Storm took a deep breath and told him everything.
After her mother died, threatened from both the Holy Light Temple and the Wizard Organization, she had been forced to flee to Turanze.
This had certainly been to save her own life.
But she had also harbored a faint hope.
Perhaps after returning to his homeland, her father had spent the past decade or two rising through the ranks, grasping the Leopard Clan's power, and commanding vast resources.
Since she was merely an "experimental subject," Ice Storm had not expected her father to care about blood ties.
But if her father had truly become the master of the Leopard Clan and was planning a secret exploration of the Holy Mountain—
Then the core clues about the Holy Mountain Temple in her possession might fetch a handsome price, buying her a chance at revenge.
Of course, Ice Storm was not foolish enough to go directly to the Leopard Clan's territory in search of her father.
Her experiences as an "experimental subject" had forged her will into steel. Never again would she let anyone manipulate her fate—not even her father.
That was why she had hidden in the Blood Skull Arena. On one hand, she honed the innate Totem Power that she had rarely displayed over the past twenty-odd years; on the other, she gathered intelligence from the Golden Clan's territory, hoping to learn about her father's current circumstances and how far the High-Level Orcs had progressed in their exploration of the Holy Mountain.
As one of Turanze's top three magnificent cities, and second only to Crimson Gold City in scale, Black Horn City was naturally the best place outside