Was Yu Xiaogang Really Brain-Damaged?

Seeing that Ice Empress seemed somewhat dazed, Ling Jing paused slightly before reaching out and lightly clasping her wrist. The motion was extremely gentle, yet it made Ice Empress glance sideways, surprise flickering in her beautiful eyes.

She was not exactly accustomed to Ling Jing's touch, but... it seemed she did not find it entirely unacceptable either.

"Sit."

After leading Ice Empress to the VIP seats, Ling Jing released her hand. Ice Empress said nothing, merely nodding slightly before sitting directly to Ling Jing's right.

Having arrived at the VIP seats, Ice Empress had already restrained her aura. Yet with her arrival, the air throughout the VIP section still seemed to grow several degrees colder.

Xue Ye sat upright in the seat of honor, his face still bearing the dignified composure of an emperor. Yet the fingers hidden beneath his sleeves unconsciously tightened.

The chill made him instinctively draw his robes closer around himself.

"Holy Son Ling Jing, Holy Maiden Bibi Dong." Xue Ye spoke with a smile, his gaze seeming to casually sweep over Ice Empress. "Which newly promoted elder of Spirit Hall might this be? I seem to... have never seen her before."

Xue Ye's smile was warm, as though he were merely curious.

Yet... Ice Empress did not even raise her eyelids, much less respond to Xue Ye's question.

She simply sat there, her gaze resting on the arena below as if she were curious about the match. But she quickly realized that the contestants fighting there were merely Four-Ring Soul Ancestors among humans, and immediately lost interest.

Ice Empress did not answer, while Ling Jing and Bibi Dong acted as though they had not heard Xue Ye's question at all, offering no response whatsoever.

At that, the smile on Xue Ye's face stiffened for an instant.