Snow Burial Valley.
"The Ice Palace... actually retreated?!"
Inside the Snow King Palace, Xue Mu and Xue Ye exchanged looks, their faces full of disbelief.
As the two great guardians of the Snow Demon Tribe, they had dealt with Bing Suihan many times and knew him extremely well.
That old fellow had presided over the Ice Palace for more than a thousand years. His temperament was fiercely unyielding; he would rather perish than readily admit defeat. How could he leave the Northern Frontier so decisively?!
"I saw it with my own eyes."
At the center of the great hall, Xue Xiu knelt on one knee and said gravely, "That old bastard took Xue Mo hostage and led the Ice Palace disciples out of the Northern Frontier through a Teleportation Array. Their destination is unknown."
"The Ice Palace now stands empty and has fallen entirely under our tribe's control. Please instruct us on how to proceed, Your Majesty!"
On the throne above the steps, the young Snow Demon Queen frowned slightly, her gaze slowly settling on Lin Mo beside Xue Xiu.
What exactly had happened during the three days since that old bastard from the Ice Palace had captured Xue Mo?
Could a silver tongue alone make the Ice Palace abandon the Northern Frontier without shedding a drop of blood?!
"The Ice Palace has only withdrawn temporarily. It may yet come sweeping back."
Lin Mo had already thought up his response. He looked up at the young Snow Demon Queen and said softly, "Once Eternal Night ends and our army falls back to Snow Burial Valley, that old bastard will certainly fight his way back into the Northern Frontier."
"Unless Eternal Night never fades, I'm afraid our tribe will struggle to become the Northern Frontier's true master!"
"Oh?"
Expressionless, the young