On the train station platform, Su Xiao locked eyes with the Traitor several dozen meters away. Passersby walked between them as snowflakes drifted down. Against the surrounding blue-gray, frost-covered buildings, the scene carried an inexplicable air of solemn slaughter.
A'Mu stood behind Su Xiao, having removed the Dragonheart Axe from his back. Its blade gave off a sharp, faint ring. Baja perched on Su Xiao's shoulder, a keen dark blue glint in his pitch-black eyes, while Bubu Wang crouched beside Su Xiao's leg, baring his fangs.
"Not good. Very not good. Extremely not good."
The Northern Princess had naturally spotted the Traitor—or rather, the Stone Carver—several dozen meters away. In her view, if Su Xiao and the Stone Carver fought here, the consequences would be extremely serious.
The pressure in the air grew increasingly intense, until even the snowflakes stopped moving. At this critical moment, the orderly, dense clatter of armor rang out. A burly man in dark-gold armor hurried over with a group of Winterfell's Imperial Guards. The burly man at their head was none other than the Northern Grand General.
The Northern Grand General's steps inevitably carried a hint of haste. He had planned to welcome this "honored guest" from the Alliance outside the station rather than on the platform, so as to avoid appearing overly aggressive. The problem was that his mentor had now encountered this honored guest here. Worse, his mentor and this honored guest seemed to have an old grudge. Judging from the faint auras around them, the feeling of enemies meeting was simply too strong.
The Northern Grand General would naturally choose to stand on his mentor's side. But the key now was not which side he stood on. The Northern Grand General had some idea of his mentor's strength. He knew his mentor