That elder was not one of the Seven Elders like Lu Feng.
However, he had come here under Lu Feng's orders. If the Snow Clan were to give up its ambitions so easily, that would be far from normal.
Watching Lu Qingxue's retreating figure grow more distant, a middle-aged man beside him turned his head. "Elder Lu Jie, Miss Qing Xue..."
The implication in his gaze was obvious. They had all come with a mission. If they gave up just like that, they would naturally be unwilling, and explaining themselves upon returning would certainly be a headache.
"Leave her alone."
Elder Lu Jie narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "This is only a test. This opportunity is a double-edged sword. If... someone encounters danger, then it will be the moment our Snow Clan regains its freedom."
Ambition burned deep within his pupils.
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, immediately understanding. He nodded respectfully and withdrew.
"Gold-Edged Snow Guards, advance with me."
"The time to earn glory for our clan has come."
Lu Jie's gaze was icy. Carrying a long saber as thin as a cicada's wing, with a slender, narrow blade, he took the lead and strode out.
A thunderous response rose behind him.
Figures immediately moved in a blur. These warriors, all strikingly handsome, lowered their faceplates in unison, their gazes cold as they formed up and advanced.
They had lived in the Ancient Ruins since birth, and held far less awe for this world than ordinary people.
They were powerful, ruthless, and confident. They were the Gold Armor Snow Guard!
Led by Lu Jie, they all rode mechanical hoverboards, leaving a rustling trail through the forest before silently vanishing, with only the pure-white Dusk Snow battleship remaining behind.
Lu Qingxue, who was likewise speeding soundlessly through the