"Chen! Tan!"
The black frost current arrived in an instant.
Frost Lord's laughter grew utterly unrestrained, as though a powerful physical body capable of housing his power would fall into his hands the very next second.
Truthfully, none of the three present were ideal choices.
If possible, Frost Lord would have preferred to find an ice-element spiritual cultivator to serve as his puppet.
But clearly, there was no other choice now. Rao Yaoyao's judgment had been correct: Frost Lord was putting up a strong front while weak within, unable to wield all the power he possessed at his peak.
Thus, to deal with Rao Yaoyao, he needed something to rely on.
Of the three present, Rao Yaoyao needed no consideration. That left only Night Owl and Chen Tan as possible hosts.
In terms of priority, Night Owl had actually ranked ahead of Chen Tan.
Frost Lord's choice was not particularly rational, for between "Death God's Power" and "the aura of Art Ancestor's Power," which was stronger and which weaker could be seen at a glance.
Yet he ultimately chose Chen Tan because the boy was one of his kind, of the same sex, and faintly carried a somewhat familiar aura.
Of course, that choice also contained a tiny bit of spite.
Who told Chen Tan to fling mud at him just now? Beyond those subjective thoughts that pleased himself, there were objective factors at work as well.
Among Chen Tan's slanderous words just now had appeared several particular words—the Three Ancestors of the White Lineage! "I'd certainly like to see how a brat like you came to recognize the Three Ancestors of the White Lineage!" Frost Lord's body transformed into a black frost current, leaving only two leading black eyeballs glinting with light as he plunged straight at Chen Tan.