Soul Beasts Were the Low Caste of This Era, and the Ice and Snow Empresses Wanted to Rise

"We're standing together—one petite and delicate, the other tall and icy. Doesn't that cover every type men like? It's a powerhouse alliance."

Snow Empress's face instantly turned red.

The flush spread from the roots of her ears, climbing along her fair, slender neck and blooming into a faint pink hue across her frosty features.

Her lips pressed together slightly. Her ice-blue eyes churned with embarrassment, irritation, and panic, and she did not know where to look.

Yet Ice Empress's words stirred an indescribable emotion in Snow Empress's heart.

That was right.

She was not as lively as Ice Empress, but she had her own advantages.

Snow Empress could not help lowering her head to look at her figure.

She was tall and slender. Her long snow-white dress wrapped around a body nourished by ice and snow all year round. Her waist was slim yet supple, while the curve of her chest formed a full, smooth line beneath the fabric, extending down along her waist to her hips. Beneath the layered skirts, one could vaguely make out the lush fullness that time had honed to perfection.

Her figure was like an ice blade sheathed in its scabbard, every inch carrying a cold, sharp sense of line, yet beneath the rises and falls hidden by her clothing lay a softness utterly at odds with her temperament.

Ice Empress stood beside her, petite in stature, her round and fair little face set with those emerald-green eyes. She looked like an innocent girl who knew nothing of the world. Yet beneath that seemingly youthful body lay a completely different landscape. The fullness of her chest nearly stretched the neckline of her emerald-green short dress to its limit, while her waist was slender enough to be grasped in one hand. Her hips rose into a