The wind and snow grew ever more violent, like countless ice blades wreaking havoc through the air.
Han Yuchen stood with his hands behind his back, looking relaxed as he stood outside the ice cave. His deep black eyes pierced through the swirling snow, precisely locking onto three patches of empty air a hundred meters away.
"Since you're here, why hide like rats?" he said with a light chuckle. His voice was not loud, yet wrapped in Soul Power, it clearly cut through the howling wind and snow. "Do rats these days like digging holes somewhere other than sewers?"
As his words fell, the air within those three seemingly empty patches of snow subtly distorted.
Three figures draped in wide black robes slowly emerged like ghosts. They stood in a triangular formation, faintly sealing off every route of retreat Han Yuchen had.
The leader was broad and powerfully built. Dark red patterns could vaguely be seen moving beneath his black robe, giving off a nauseating stench of blood. He slowly raised his head, revealing a pale, sinister face with a cruel smile hanging at the corner of his lips.
"What sharp senses." The man's voice was hoarse, like two rough sheets of sandpaper scraping together. "No wonder His Highness the Holy Son specifically ordered us to find you... Han Yuchen, it seems the rumors were true. You really are hiding quite a few secrets."
"Holy Son?" Han Yuchen raised a brow, amusement flashing through his eyes. "It seems the master behind you really can't forget about me."
Of course, he knew who this so-called "Holy Son" was.
Those trash from the Shadow Contract? Doesn't feel like it. They wouldn't send only three Soul Sages.
"Hand over the treasure that was just born, and perhaps..." The gaunt black-robed man on the