A massive porcelain-white flying vessel sailed through the vast, boundless heavens, while below lay an unchanging wilderness.
"Chen Liao is dead?"
A delicate, beautiful young girl sat in the main cabin's seat.
She had lustrous silver hair, casually tied into a ponytail. The skin of her face was not as pale as that of ordinary Frostlanders, but fair as fine jade; her lips were a faint violet, like translucent crystal.
Her expression was one of great surprise, as if she could hardly believe that her greatest rival had died just like that.
"Yes, Right Assistant Nation. The news is true. It was sent from within Solitary Province through a secret transmission just now."
The white-robed elder standing below confirmed the news for her.
The silver-haired girl brushed the hair before her forehead aside. "That truly is rather unexpected. Chen Liao may have been somewhat arrogant, but he did have some ability."
The white-robed elder said gravely, "Right Assistant Nation, weapons are ominous and battle is perilous. On the battlefield, every life is equal. There is no distinction between high and low, noble and base."
The girl's beautiful pale-gold eyes turned toward him. "Elder Cai, are you reminding me?"
The white-robed elder said nothing, but his attitude made his meaning clear.
The silver-haired girl lightly tapped the crystalline jade armrest beside her with one finger. "Then I accept your reminder. To think, using the life of an Assistant Nation as a lesson—wow, that price really is high enough."
"By the way, who killed Chen Liao? How did he die?" she suddenly thought to ask.
The white-robed elder's expression turned incomparably solemn. "According to the secret intelligence, the Left Assistant Nation led over a thousand flying vessels, joining forces with five hundred men under Fang Zheng and two thousand elite soldiers from