"Lan Qing...!"
The peerless beauty in a plain white dress looked distressed, her eyes betraying undisguised worry... and anger.
For hundreds of thousands of years, in that pure white world of the Far North, she had nearly forgotten what anger felt like. She had once been enraged when Soul Masters hunted the Soul Beasts of the Far North, but as time passed, she had grown numb to it.
Then she met Xu Lanqing. They had both been at their lowest when they crossed paths, and the experience awakened feelings in her that the dispassionate, desireless her had never known before.
He was the pure land in her world that no one was ever allowed to defile!
Just now, she had felt a strange pain in her soul and a deep unease. She was certain Xu Lanqing had been injured—and badly.
The contract they had signed back then had involved opening their souls to each other without reservation. Their bond was the deepest kind.
That had made her furious beyond reason.
"Your heart is unsettled."
A distant, ethereal female voice came from behind Snow Empress.
Snow Empress's expression tightened. She had been certain she was alone here, yet now a second voice had appeared.
No one could get close to her without being noticed—not even Di Tian. Unless...
She turned around and saw the owner of the voice: a woman seated on the Frozen Throne.
The place was a plaza in the void, built entirely of black ice. Sharp ice spires rose all around its edge, and a circular platform stood in the middle.
At the center of the platform sat a throne of black ice. Its back was carved with an exquisite six-petaled ice flower and intricate divine script. Before it stood an altar table bearing the skull of an