Three days flashed by. Accompanied by Qing Xue, Wang Wu arrived at the prow of the Spirit Capturing Ship. Cricket Dragons had already adjusted the Three Calamities Long Sail, creating a space five hundred li across with openings overhead, meaning they could leap out of the Spirit Capturing Ship to fight at any time.
Nearly all five hundred and sixty Grand Unity cultivators of the Frost Domain had come. They were here to watch the excitement—after all, idleness was dull.
Besides, this contest was actually for the position of an externally assigned branch altar steward.
Since when could Frost Lord's words be taken lightly?
Yet when everyone saw Frost Lord sitting there, pale-faced, her aura sharp, radiating an unmistakable keep-out aura, they more or less understood. The more fierce someone appeared while being hollow within, the more it revealed a guilty conscience.
Her injuries had never healed.
And when they looked at the Frost Domain's other Grand Unity Eighth Stage cultivator—Frost Lord's father—they understood even better.
Was this a trivial matter?
Yes, it was merely a trivial matter: just one position, and not even the final result.
But Frost Lord's Father seemed to be using this small matter, whether intentionally or otherwise, to take back the authority in Frost Lord's hands...
And Frost Lord seemed to have tacitly permitted it.
When Wang Wu arrived and looked toward Frost Lord from afar, his feelings were exceedingly complicated.
Frost Lord seemed to sense his gaze as well and immediately looked over. Her expression did not change, nor did her eyes. There was only sharpness, stabbing him painfully.
It felt as though they had suddenly become strangers on separate roads.
"I'm here."
For some reason, Qing Xue suddenly took Wang Wu's hand and spoke softly, her words gentle.
Wang Wu nodded. He knew