Wind Snow City's night was especially lively because of Su Ling's presence, and the atmosphere was festive. Featherlike snowflakes danced down from the sky.
"Boss, clear away the food. It tasted pretty good. You deserve a reward!"
Su Ling tossed a small pile of Gold Soul Coins onto the table. The manager of the hotel across the street nervously brought two workers over, and they lifted the table and hurried back.
Just then, Su Ling suddenly looked up at a nearby rooftop.
"They're here!"
"Third Grandpa, Fourth Uncle, save me!" Yan Yi shouted.
"So it isn't Ice Flame Douluo?" Su Ling said mildly.
At that moment, someone recognized the two men on the roof.
"Those are... Senior Yan Fang and Lord Yan Xu! This brat is finished. I don't think Ice Flame Douluo even needs to come himself."
"Exactly. Senior Yan Fang is Ice Flame Douluo's younger brother. His Soul Power reached level 89 ten years ago. He might already be a Titled Douluo now."
"Lord Yan Xu is the strongest of the Ice Flame Sect's second generation. He's only fifty-three now, right? They say his Soul Power has already reached level 87. He's a genius who might become a Titled Douluo by sixty."
"Those two have the best chance of becoming Titled Douluos in the Ice Flame Sect. If they really break through, the Ice Flame Sect could surpass the Ice Dragon Sect and become the strongest sect in the Far North."
As they spoke, the newcomers descended through the drifting snow, landing less than thirty meters from Su Ling.
"Third Grandpa, Fourth Uncle, why didn't Grandpa come?" Yan Yi asked.
"Yi, your grandfather is in seclusion, attempting to reach the next realm. Nothing must disturb him."
"I see. Third Grandpa, Fourth Uncle, you have to kill him! I..."