Hulagu Khan looked at Duan Yanqing and said, "Mr. Duan survived a strike from Water Moon Great Sect Master. That proves you are a master yourself. Why remain in a remote little country like Western Xia? Come to the Mongol Empire, and you will surely have a greater stage to display your talents."
Duan Yanqing gave a raspy chuckle. "Duan has grown used to living in Western Xia. I have no interest in accomplishing great deeds."
Hulagu Khan was not angered and continued, "I heard that the throne of Dali originally belonged to Mr. Duan, but Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun seized the throne from you. Western Xia clearly lacks the ability to help you reclaim your position after all these years, but the Mongol Empire is different. Mr. Duan may wish to consider it carefully."
Song Qingshu secretly cried foul. This was precisely Duan Yanqing's deepest grievance. Sure enough, a fierce gleam flashed in his eyes after hearing those words. Rather than refute him, he fell silent.
Water Moon Great Sect Master was displeased that Hulagu Khan would recruit a defeated opponent like this. He said coldly from the side, "Western Xia First Class Hall gathers all the foremost masters under heaven. Seeing it today, it is nothing impressive."
"What a boastful tone!" A charming yet icy voice rang out.
Everyone turned and saw a slender, graceful woman in white slowly descending from the air. A gentle breeze stirred her skirts, making her seem like a drifting immortal. Though a veil covered her face, her picturesque brows and eyes still revealed that she was a breathtaking beauty.
"Fairy Sister~" Duan Yu looked as though he had been struck by lightning. He remembered every inch of the Fairy Sister statue in the Langhuan Jade Cave—every bit of skin, every fold