Seeing that smile, Lin Qiye's heart stirred.
Though Jinian was covered in wounds, her smiling eyes remained incomparably bright.
Had she deliberately allowed herself to be captured?
This thought suddenly surfaced in Lin Qiye's mind.
Before Lin Qiye could think further, Jinian followed Hodur to the front of the group.
Jinian gently shook her head, and her silver-white hair streamed through the wind like a waterfall, brushing across Lin Qiye's chest.
Vaguely, a shadow flew out from within her hair and silently landed in Lin Qiye's arms.
Lin Qiye only felt something like a thin plate brush past his collar, lightly adhering to the skin of his chest and giving off a faint chill.
The motion was natural and casual, without the slightest fluctuation of Mental Power. The four Asgardian gods flying ahead of Lin Qiye noticed nothing unusual.
Without a word, Lin Qiye wrapped his clothes tighter around himself. A sharp glint flashed deep in his eyes as he followed the gods toward Asgard.
Asgard.
Si Xiaonan pushed open the doors of the empty palace, stepped across black tiles carved with reliefs, and finally stopped before the throne deep within the hall.
"Lord Loki," she said with her head lowered.
Loki, dressed in a black robe, sat casually upon the throne. One hand rested against the armrest, while two exquisite Pill Flasks dangled from his fingertips, swaying gently.
The dull clinks of pills striking the inner walls of the flasks echoed through the deathly silent palace like the whispers of demons.
After a long while, Loki's narrow eyes finally shifted from the two Pill Flasks in his hand to Si Xiaonan below.
"Have Thor and the others returned?" he asked indifferently.
"Not yet."
"Interesting..." Loki's brows rose slightly as he narrowed his eyes at Si Xiaonan. "I asked