Yanfu.
Watching the row of lightning spreading across the sky, Qing Lian sighed.
From behind her, Bai Shaotang's voice came from the other side of the spatial rift: "Miss Qing Lian, I'll leave everything to you."
Without turning her head, Qing Lian simply raised a middle finger at Bai Shaotang.
The rift closed.
Qing Lian changed her clothes as she walked, muttering under her breath.
"The sickly one wants to know what the Thrones are planning. Then the only option is to seek refuge with one of them."
"Throne of the Fourth is definitely out of the question. I might run into Hong Zhuang, assuming she's still alive."
"Then I can only choose from the other Thrones..."
"It's decided. Let's go to 'Throne's Fall.' I hear His Majesty is quite approachable."
"Besides, he almost succeeded in descending. If I go to him, I should be able to find out some inside information."
"Let me think. That majesty should be somewhere around the Black Ice Sea..."
"I heard it's awfully cold there."
"Damn that sickly bastard. This is all your fault!"
After determining her direction, Qing Lian, now dressed in Yanfu-style clothing, quickened her pace and soon disappeared into the distance.
Several days later.
A Flying Beast soared through the vast sky, with Qing Lian riding on its back.
Thunder continued to rumble overhead. Lightning struck down from time to time, and the Flying Beast weaved between the bolts.
The flashes of electricity intermittently illuminated Qing Lian's face.
She looked down at the earth.
Upon arriving here, she found the ground already covered in White Frost.
Everything between heaven and earth was frozen.
The cold wind howled, and the temperature had already dropped to zero.
But to Qing Lian, this temperature was nothing.
After all, she was a Snake Species Heavenly