Of course, there was no longer any fear of being exposed now, but before that happened, he still needed time to speak with Fu Miaoling.
As for a seventh-grade War Body, no one knew that it was now absurdly easy for the Black-Clothed Youth to imitate the aura of a War Body. He had already tried it once in North Ice City; he could appear to be whatever grade he wished.
While everyone was asking one another what sort of background the Shen Family had...
The Black-Clothed Youth and Fu Miaoling had already been led by an attendant into a luxurious room, where a faint fragrance lingered in the air.
At that moment, the attendant from Holy Artisan Mountain said softly, "Young Master Shen, enjoy yourself. We shall take our leave."
Having said that, the attendant withdrew, and the door to the room shut immediately afterward.
Naturally, only the Black-Clothed Youth and Fu Miaoling remained in the room. Such an environment should have carried a hint of strange intimacy, yet the room suddenly turned cold.
In an instant, it became cold to the extreme.
At that moment, the Black-Clothed Youth still had his back to Fu Miaoling, as though he were still bidding the attendants farewell...
Thus, that incomparably icy aura was naturally released by Fu Miaoling. At some unknown moment, a dagger had appeared in her hand. Her expression shifted frantically, as if she were hesitating over something.
But when the Black-Clothed Youth turned around, Fu Miaoling suddenly hid the dagger behind her back.
Then she retreated and sat down on the large bed behind her. In that instant, she hid the dagger beneath the covers as well. The chill in the room abruptly vanished, leaving behind only coldness and indifference.
The next moment, Fu Miaoling stared deeply at