Fang Yun looked at the young man whose face still held a trace of boyishness, and suddenly recalled their first meeting years ago, when Yan Yukong had still been a youth.
"I will return safely," Fang Yun said with a smile.
Yan Yukong nodded gently, then said, "If you win the position of Frost Lord, shouldn't the Yan Family offer you something in gratitude?"
The members of the Yan Family smiled helplessly. Yan Yukong's elbow bent outward toward outsiders; he simply refused to let Fang Yun lose out.
Yan Ningshan smiled. "We have already discussed the relevant arrangements with Void Sage Fang. We certainly won't shortchange him. However, since Void Sage Fang intends to leave the Ten Cold Ancient Land, he will not wear the Frost Lord Imperial Crown."
Yan Yukong said, "To the Ten Cold Ancient Land, the Frost Lord Imperial Crown means more than an entire Frost City. Fang Yun, you should think this through."
Fang Yun smiled. "I exchanged it for one..." Halfway through, he switched to a private voice transmission.
Yan Yukong considered it for a moment, his expression easing. "Then I can rest assured."
Most of the Yan Family members looked curiously at Fang Yun and Yan Yukong, occasionally glancing toward their family head and the few Grand Academicians who held real authority. Those men, however, remained silent and expressionless. Clearly, what Fang Yun had obtained in exchange was no ordinary thing. If the Yan Family had gained a great advantage while Fang Yun lost out, those men would surely have been smiling.
Yan Ningshan reached out and stroked Yan Yukong's head, then said helplessly to Fang Yun, "This grandson of mine suffered quite a bit as a child and has deep misunderstandings about our main family. He is proud and has few friends. Fang