Frost God did not agree right away. Instead, he told Jiang Liu to go rest first.
Clearly, he had his own plans regarding this matter, and he still needed to discuss it with the elders of the race.
After all, although the Frost Race and the Nether Race were currently enemies,
ever since the Nether God had risen to power, both sides had tacitly stopped fighting.
They no longer launched large-scale attacks against each other. As for their mutual poaching, they simply pretended not to know.
Including the last time, when Han Yi had gone out with an elder—that had also been an act of poaching.
Clearly, they both knew that if the fighting continued, the final outcome would be mutual destruction.
And for the Frost Race, the more likely result was that they would suffer severe injuries, while the Nether Race would only be lightly wounded.
Therefore, even though Jiang Liu had already displayed sufficiently formidable strength, he still did not want to rashly start a war.
Jiang Liu could only nod before following the guards of the main hall toward the exit.
Han Yi watched Jiang Liu leave through the gates, hesitation written across her face, as though she had something she wanted to say to him.
In the end, however, she suppressed it and said nothing.
When Frost God saw the expression on his daughter's face, his brows furrowed.
He had never seen such an expression on his daughter's face before.
Could something have happened between her and this Jiang Liu?
Watching Jiang Liu's departing back, a sharp glint flashed through Frost God's eyes.
The elders in the hall now stepped forward and gathered around Ming Lang, examining him closely.
Jiang Liu had been here just moments ago, so they had not dared to make too much