The Seas Change, the Lands Shift, Son of God?!

"Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap..."

Before long, footsteps sounded outside the hall doors.

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, each step pausing in rhythm, as though treading upon a beat he had calculated himself.

The hall doors opened a crack, and half a young face peeked inside.

That face belonged to a boy of no more than fourteen or fifteen. His cheekbones still bore the curves of one not yet fully grown, yet his jawline had already tightened into sharp definition.

His brow ridge sat slightly higher than those of his peers, his eye sockets somewhat deep. His pupils were an exceptionally pale color, reflecting the dim glow of night pearls and the fire basin with an almost transparent gray.

The robe looked two sizes too large on the boy. Its cuffs had been rolled twice before his knuckles were exposed.

Its long hem dragged across the floor, sweeping over the ground with every step he took.

He walked straight ahead and stopped only when he was seven or eight paces from Meng'er Jinye.

He first raised his eyes toward the black stone statue.

His gaze paused for a moment on the statue's dim energy threads, and the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

Judging by that expression...

He seemed to hold a trace of disdain for the deity worshipped by the entire Frost Kingdom?!

Had Qin Yao been present, he would have recognized at once the youth whom the Golden Frost High Priest called "Qiluo Li Liu."

He was none other than the frail boy who had been a slave alongside Qin Yao when he was enslaved in the Iron Mountain Mining Area: Little Liuzi!

Little Liuzi was a year or two younger than Qin Yao.

Back in the mine tunnels, he had accidentally injured his foot. Just