"I never thought things would change so much... He became King Frost Extreme..."
Luo Shang rode through the long street, past Vermilion Bird Gate, and through Chengtian Gate.
The palace gates stood open, and someone was waiting outside.
Luo Yun wore a black outfit, his hair black as well.
He stood at the palace entrance, watching his father ride toward him on a white horse. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Dad." Luo Yun's voice was not loud, but amid the noisy street, Luo Shang heard him clearly.
"The Heaven Dou Imperial Family has been dealt with."
Luo Shang reined in his horse and looked at his son.
The twelve-year-old stood straight as a pine, his black robe fluttering gently in the breeze. His face was calm, his gaze steady.
Luo Shang was silent for a moment, then jumped down from his horse and walked up to Luo Yun. He reached out and ruffled his hair, just as he had when Luo Yun was little.
"You've worked hard."
Luo Yun did not duck away. He let his father ruffle his hair a few times.
"One person survived," he said.
"Qian Renxue."
Luo Shang's hand paused.
"She's still useful to me, so I let her go."
Luo Shang withdrew his hand from Luo Yun's head. The Frost Cold Sword swayed gently at his waist.
"You can decide what to do about Qian Renxue." He did not ask for details or say anything more. He simply looked at Luo Yun, his gaze carrying both trust and a warning.
Luo Yun nodded. He understood what his father meant.
Qian Renxue could be spared, but she could not be trusted.
The Qian Family of Spirit Hall had never been an easy opponent.
"There's one more thing." Luo Yun turned and pointed toward the