The Frost Temple stood silently amid the polar winds as always. The unchanging cold wind that had howled for ten thousand years swept countless ice shards and snowflakes around outside the temple. Cold blue light glimmered across the black-gray, multi-tiered spires, which seemed to block all living creatures from approaching like a ferocious beast—but inside the temple, there were still places as warm as spring. In the grand reception room at the temple's center, the fireplace blazed brightly. The heat from the flames was guided throughout the room by several simple runes carved into the walls, making it especially warm inside. The current leader of the Demon Hunters, Elder Grigoriwen and Elder Hassu, were receiving Hao Ren and his group. Bai Huo was also there with her mentor, and all three Demon Hunters wore unusually solemn expressions.
The Demon Hunters' retro decorative style made the room look as though it had been copied from some medieval castle. The exquisite brass lampstands and portraits hanging on the walls were lit by the wavering glow of the fireplace, which was enough to make anyone drowsy—at least, that was what Roll thought. So she openly spread her favorite little blanket on the floor before the fireplace, curled up on it to bask in the warmth, and occasionally let out a comfortable purr while secretly watching Hao Ren discuss matters nearby.
"Big Cat's life is so boring," Cat Girl commented on Hao Ren's life. "He doesn't even know how to bask by the fire."
Hao Ren had already explained the situation regarding the Talent Divine Art. The stern look on Hassu's face grew even more serious. "Divine arts... If I hadn't personally come into contact with so many things, I truly wouldn't have believed that the Demon Hunters could have anything to do with