Fang Yun understood the Ninth Frost Lord's position well. Though his status in the Ten Cold Ancient Land seemed glorious, in the eyes of the Sage Aristocratic Clans, he amounted to a mascot. The first Frost Lord had been a Grand Academician who held real power, governing the Frost City with everyone's respect, but by the time the position passed to the current Frost Lord, the Yan Family had taken over most of that authority.
Yan Ningxiao, the man before him, was the true person in charge of the Ninth Cold City.
Fang Yun lifted the curtain and glanced outside. Heaven and earth were a murky gray, with dark clouds beyond the depths of white snow.
For some reason, even though he wore thick clothing, carried warming jade, and sat in a warm carriage, he still instinctively hunched inward when he looked into the distance.
Fang Yun had a feeling that the chill of the Ten Cold Ancient Land targeted not only the body, but also the mind and soul.
"You were informed of the situation here while you were outside, but plans cannot keep pace with change. Things in the Ten Cold Ancient Land have been changing by the day lately, so there are still a few matters I must report to you." Yan Ningxiao's manner was exceedingly humble.
Fang Yun disliked seeing an old man who had given so much to the Human Race and the Yan Family speak so humbly, but after a moment's thought, he did not stop him. Apparently, Yan Ningxiao feared that the Ninth Frost Lord would offend him. Out of consideration for Yan Ningxiao, Fang Yun would then find it difficult to hold anything against the Ninth Frost Lord.
"Please, go ahead." Fang Yun picked up the freshly boiled water and took the