The Proud Ice Empress

Luo Can leaned against an ice pillar at the cave entrance and grinned. "Whoa, why such a big reaction? I thought you'd be happy for the Snow Empress."

"Happy, my ass!" The Ice Empress planted her hands on her hips, her amber eyes wide. "Sister Snow is the Ice Emperor of the Far North! How can she be with a human? Humans are all scheming bastards who only want to steal Spirit Rings and bones!"

She had lived for nearly four hundred thousand years and had seen plenty of greed and hypocrisy from human Spirit Masters. They hunted Spirit Beasts and seized their Spirit Rings. For all she knew, Luo Can was after the Snow Empress's cultivation—or the Far North itself.

The Snow Empress frowned and was about to speak, but Luo Can stepped inside first.

"Scheming?" Luo Can looked down at the bristling little girl, a teasing smile on his lips. "Then tell me, what am I after? Your Sister Snow's seven-hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring? Or that frozen wasteland you call home?"

He raised a finger, gathering jade-gold life energy at its tip. "If I wanted to fight, how many moves do you think you'd last against me?"

The Ice Empress instinctively took half a step back.

She still remembered that flash of Limit Douluo pressure. She knew she stood no chance in a fight, but she refused to back down. "S-so what if I can't beat you? I still don't approve! You're shameless! You're just after Sister Snow's body!"

"That's enough, Bing'er," the Snow Empress said. "I can make my own decisions."

She reached out, brushing the Ice Empress's shoulder with ice-blue spirit power. Her voice softened. "How many years have you carried that Old Injury?"

The Ice Empress paused and pressed her lips together. "...Almost fifty thousand years.