"I know." Ice Empress replied with an annoyed huff. Her figure flashed and vanished into the blizzard.
A moment later, she returned.
With her was a giant dragon, frozen solid from head to tail.
The dragon was over ten meters long, its entire body covered in gleaming ice-blue scales. Its horns looked carved from ice crystals, and its eyes blazed with fury, though it couldn't move. Even subdued, the pressure of its true dragon bloodline was enough to make one's heart skip a beat.
"Twelve thousand years." Ice Empress tossed the Ice Dragon to the ground and dusted off her hands, speaking casually. "That enough?"
She sounded annoyed, but her actions told a different story. This age was right at the edge of what Su Chen could currently withstand—any older, and it would be too much; any younger, and he'd lose out.
She'd judged it to perfection.
"That's enough. Thank you." Su Chen nodded.
He raised his hand, and the Angel Holy Sword coalesced in his grip.
A flash of swordlight, and the Ice Dragon was dead.
A profound black Soul Ring slowly rose from its corpse, radiating powerful energy.
Su Chen sat cross-legged, circulated his Soul Power, and began absorbing it.
Ice Empress stood to one side, watching quietly.
Her feelings were complicated.
This human boy before her had stolen the person most precious to her—the only one in seven hundred thousand years who had made her willing to set aside her pride, her dignity, and everything else: Snow Empress.
She should hate him.
But he had also saved Snow Empress's life. Without him, that detestable Soul Engineer would have taken her away long ago. Who knew where she would have been sold, or which noble's plaything or experimental subject she might have become?
She should be grateful to