Yanfu.
Snow and ice howled.
Qing Lian instinctively pulled her fur coat tighter around herself. She was not actually that cold; she was only doing this to appear weak.
It was not something she did deliberately, but a habit she had developed over many years.
It had not been easy to earn a living under Hong Zhuang's watch. If she had not made herself look delicate and harmless, Hong Zhuang would have eaten her long ago.
Han Ya, who was leading the way, glanced back and said, "Her Majesty Qi Que's legacy influences an entire continent. You must endure for now. Once you receive Her Majesty's Blood Bestowal and your strength greatly increases, you may not become a general, but you will at least be able to withstand the bitter cold."
Qing Lian hurriedly thanked her.
Several of the attending heavenly ghosts nearby showed looks of disdain. They had also passed the trial.
Moreover, they knew that Qing Lian had obtained her qualification through a "despicable" method.
They looked down on Qing Lian in their hearts, feeling that this green snake was unworthy of meeting the throne.
Thus, they held their chests even higher. Some even removed their cold-weather clothing to display their strength.
In the blink of an eye.
A palace came into view.
The palace stood above an ice lake.
The lake's surface had frozen over, resembling a mirror that reflected the palace's shadow.
The palace was silver-white, as though built from ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, and it radiated an unending chill.
Following Han Ya, everyone entered the main hall. At the throne on the elevated platform deep within the hall, they saw a figure.
He had long, pale-blue hair, a handsome face, and wore ancient-style robes. He was dignified and majestic.
He was none other than Throne of