The Snowflake Card Adept Corps.
Mobley studied the invitation in his hand, then activated his Communication Card. "Miss Qingqing, do you have a moment?"
"Is there something you need, Commander Mobley?" Qingqing's voice floated like a cloud, untouched by the smoke and fire of mortal life.
A pang pierced Mobley's heart. That sense of distance had never changed from the very beginning. Even now, he had not drawn a fraction closer to her. He did not know how to approach this woman who seemed never to have belonged in the mortal world. She needed no deliberate display; the cold aloofness that seeped from her very bones was already enough to leave him almost suffocating.
Looking at the quietly elegant, picture-perfect face on the light screen, Mobley was lost in adoration. He had tried many times to express his love for her, only to be deftly pushed away each time. She was so clever, like an unfathomable swordsman who had sealed off every avenue before he could even make his move. Whenever he was about to speak, she would change the subject as though she had foreseen his intentions, or drift away.
Still, Mobley was a man of heroic mettle. However much his heart ached, none of it showed on his face. He smiled. "There's something very important I'd like to borrow your wisdom for, Miss Qingqing."
"You flatter me, Commander Mobley. I'll be there shortly." After a moment's thought, Qingqing readily nodded.
A minute later, Qingqing arrived at Mobley's office.
Mobley handed her the invitation. "I just received this today. It's quite interesting."
"Frostmoon Cold Isle?" Qingqing looked a little surprised, but soon grew thoughtful.
"Yes, I didn't expect it to be Frostmoon Cold Isle either. Holding this summit at a time like this certainly gives one something to chew