The Extreme North.
Ice sealed a thousand miles, and biting gales raged year-round, sweeping tiny ice crystals through the sky.
The Ice Empress stared blankly at the immortal orchid Lin Mo offered, her expression faintly stunned.
She could naturally tell at a glance that this herb was extraordinary. Its life essence was rich, and its medicinal potency was likely no weaker than that of the Ten-Thousand-Year Nine-Rank Ginseng King.
Perhaps this truly could help her break her shackles and survive the most grueling four hundred thousand year tribulation ahead of time.
Yet the more she considered it, the deeper her doubts grew.
There was no such thing as a free lunch. If she accepted such an enormous favor for no reason, she had no idea how she could repay it.
Lin Mo stood quietly amid the wind and snow, his white robes untouched by frost, his aura gentle and composed, the eight-petal immortal orchid resting in his palm.
He had his own calculations, and his thoughts were clear.
Without a contract, he could not rest easy.
He was not Huo Yuhao. He had designs on the Ice and Snow Emperors, but no genuine foundation of trust with them.
Judging from the original story, the Ice Empress was somewhat prickly and proud, but prone to impulsive actions. On certain matters, she might not be easy to "rein in," and she hardly seemed like the conscientious "nanny" type.
Without a contract, he would never feel entirely reassured.
The problem now was that bringing up a contract outright in front of the Snow Empress would likely be difficult. He probably could not win her over that way.
Since he had already played the emotional card, he could not afford to seem too calculating. He would have to proceed gradually.
Forget the contract. Winning