A year has passed in the blink of an eye.
The Spirit Hall Empire, the Spirit Academy.
Behind the mountain, in a spacious forest.
Yue Yi was practicing in the woods, holding a silver spear.
Her long, golden hair fluttered in the air as she waved it.
The silver spear in his hand seemed to transform into a Silver Dragon, its sharp tip gleaming with a cold light, and every thrust was filled with the scent of slaughter.
There are no fancy moves, only simple and practical techniques and attacks that go straight for the vital points.
Although Yue Yi is only six years old, her delicate features already reveal a stunning beauty. Despite her young age, it is clear that she is a beauty in the making.
His indifferent expression further accentuated his aloof and cold demeanor.
Over the course of nearly two years, the smiles on Yue Yi's face became fewer and fewer, until finally, they disappeared completely.
At first, Qian Daoliu told her that Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue had not perished, which gave her boundless hope.
However, despite the entire Spirit Hall and the Spirit Hall Empire's search across the continent, there was still no news about Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue, causing Yue Yi's hope to gradually fade away.
To this day, there is still no news. The Spirit Hall is spread throughout the entire continent, and the Spirit Hall Empire is the most powerful empire on the continent.
However, news about Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue disappeared without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.
In the woods, a figure peeked out from behind an ancient tree, glanced at Yue Yi, and then quickly looked away.
Before him lay a brush and ink, and a spotless sheet of white paper, on which was drawn Yue Yi's figure.
"Boss, you're drawing better and better."
"Absolutely perfect!"
"But boss, when do you plan to present the painting to His Highness?"
Behind the ancient tree, a somewhat burly young man looked at the painting in front of him and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Give it away? I can't give it away."
"I can just look at it myself when I have nothing to do."
"Besides, my drawing is not good either; it only has form, but no spirit."
A child with fair and refined features, dressed in a simple blue outfit covered in patches, spoke in a gentle voice, seemingly unconcerned.
"Boss, I think you drew it very well."
"If you present the painting to His Highness, it might leave a good impression on him."
"What's the point of always hiding in the shadows and spying?"
The burly young man spoke softly.
"Zong Shi, as a person, you must have self-awareness."
"I, Ye Yi, have mediocre talent."
"I come from a poor family. In the entire academy, there are at least eight hundred or a thousand people like me, who can be described as having nothing."
"And Your Highness, you are exceptionally talented, handsome, and of noble birth. At less than eight years old, you have already reached the level of Four-Ring Soul Ancestor."
"He is the most outstanding genius in the Spirit Academy, without exception."
"What right do I have to enter His Highness's sight?"
"Moreover, I am not spying, but admiring, chasing the light at the top of the mountain. The nature of the two is completely different."
Ye Yi shrugged, his eyes filled with longing.
"What's the difference? Aren't they both spying?"
"And I'm not without self-awareness!"
"My uncle is Zong Ming, the Zong Ming who once fought alongside His Holiness the Pope."
"He even attended the His Holiness the Pope 'His Holiness the Pope wedding."
Zong Shi leaned against the ancient tree, speaking with immense pride.
"That's your uncle, what does he have to do with you?"
"Besides, I haven't seen any evidence that you and your uncle have a good relationship."
"If you and your uncle were on good terms, you wouldn't be here bragging to me like this."
Ye Yi glanced at Zong Shi and said nonchalantly.
"Who said that? My uncle and I have a very good relationship. Hanging out with you is just for experiencing life."
Zong Shi's eyes widened, and he said loudly.
"Keep your voice down! Don't disturb His Highness..."
Before Ye Yi could finish speaking, a silver spear pierced through the ancient tree.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know, is it forbidden to enter here?!"
A somewhat cold voice came from Yue Yi's mouth.
A pair of phoenix eyes gazed silently at the ancient tree in front of her.
Looking at the silver spear above his head, Ye Yi couldn't help but swallow hard and involuntarily took two steps back.
"Your Highness, we just thought the scenery here was quite nice, so we came here for a stroll."
"I am truly sorry to have disturbed Your Highness."
"We'll leave now."
Ye Yi reached out and tugged at Zong Shi, then immediately took Zong Shi away.
"Snort."
Watching their departing figures, Yue Yi didn't say anything. Instead, she sheathed her silver spear and walked straight out of the Spirit Academy.
As they left the Spirit Academy, Gui Mei and Yue Guan emerged from the entrance.
"Your Highness, how was your day at the academy?"
"Is there anyone who is so blind as to displease His Highness?"
Gui Mei followed behind Yue Yi and asked.
"As always, Grandpa Ju, Grandpa Gui, do you have any news about my father and mother?"
Yue Yi reached out and smoothed the strands of hair that had fallen across her forehead. She took out a hairpin from her Soul Tool and neatly combed her hair.
"No, Your Highness need not worry."
"The Pope is exceptionally powerful, the strongest on the continent, so he will surely be alright."
"They probably have something to take care of, they'll be back once they're done."
Yue Guan sighed and offered words of comfort.
The whereabouts of Jun Xuehan and Qian Renxue remain unknown to this day; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that their fate is unknown.
"It's been almost two years. What can't be dealt with?"
"What's the news from the Evil Soul Masters's side?"
Have they made any moves lately?
Yue Yi closed her eyes, and tears welled up in them.
But no tears fell, and her voice remained unchanged.
"According to the news that came back, our people stationed in the Far North did not stop their attack."
"But it covered up the retreat of the people of the bitter cold of the Far North to the Spirit Hall Empire. Meanwhile, the Evil Soul Masters of the Far North, relying on Level 10 Soul Tool, occupied the bitter cold of the Far North, while we were stationed on the border of the Far North."
Gui Mei shook his head slightly, his hoarse voice filled with helplessness.
Over the course of a year, the Spirit Hall and the Evil Soul Masters clashed several times, with the Spirit Hall initially holding the upper hand.
However, due to the presence of two Limit Douluo and Level 10 Soul Tool among them, the people stationed in the Far North were ultimately defeated and led their troops out of the Extreme North Bitter Cold Land.
One wrong step leads to another!
"My momentary kindness has led to this terrible mistake!"
"I am truly a sinner against the mainland!"
Yue Yi covered one eye with her hand, lowered her head and chuckled softly, but her laughter was full of coldness and murderous intent.