All the Snow Guards had raised their left hands, and the rings they wore lit up simultaneously.
But at that moment, their attack came to an abrupt halt.
Lu Hua trembled with rage.
He raised a shaking hand and pointed at the altar, his aged voice filled with boundless fury:
"You can disregard even the family? You truly are such a fine daughter of the Snow Clan! Such a fine daughter of the Lu family!"
"Step aside! I will overlook what happened today!"
Yet the cold woman merely used her thin, frail body to shield as much of Mu Fan as she could. Her gaze, like thawing ice and snow, fell upon Mu Fan's face, and a faint smile touched her lips.
What did worldly matters have to do with her?
The sky slowly darkened, and the altar, which had just calmed down, began to tremble once more.
The Snow Clan members wore puzzled expressions. What was happening?
Lu Hua's expression instantly turned incomparably grim.
"Someone from the Forest Domain... is coming."
Within the boundless darkness, Mu Fan lowered his head and watched his body gradually reassemble.
Then he landed lightly on the ground.
What was this?
Mu Fan looked at his hands and feet. The Dragon Rider had vanished, and he wore nothing but a pair of shorts. This familiar feeling was like when he had first entered the PO Battle Network...
But what was unusual was that his thoughts were cold as iron. The air beside his ears seemed to possess life, and he could sense the night whispering something to him.
His mind entered a state of rapid operation beyond anything he had ever experienced.
He felt as if his current state had transcended something.
Who!?
Mu Fan suddenly turned to look to his right. A