At the mention of Ying Huahuan, Lin Dong could no longer remain calm. That was only natural; Ying Huahuan was his beloved and someone he owed.
"Lin Dong, calm down. Even if you're going to the Ice Spirit Clan, you need to make preparations first."
"What preparations are needed? If they don't return Huan Huan to me, I'll wipe out the Ice Spirit Clan."
Lin Dong was truly enraged. They dared use his beloved in a marriage alliance—did they really think Lin Dong was made of clay?
Lan Hong also found the matter rather strange. Martial Realm, Lin Dong, and Lan Hong had all risen to prominence in the Great Thousand World.
It would not be an exaggeration to call them a major power. Although the Ice Spirit Clan was also an ancient clan with a long heritage, surely they were not foolish enough to go this far.
What benefit could the Ice Spirit Clan gain from completely offending Lin Dong?
Between forging ties with the Western Heaven Battle Hall and completely offending Lin Dong, could the Ice Spirit Clan truly not weigh the pros and cons?
In truth, Lan Hong had overestimated certain people. Many were trapped by fixed patterns of thought and could not break free.
The Ice Spirit Clan was exactly like that. They could not see Martial Realm's development, nor could they see the growth in Lin Dong's strength.
They stubbornly believed that Martial Realm was merely a newly established minor force, while Lin Dong was only an inexperienced youngster. How could he possibly be mentioned in the same breath as the Western Heaven Battle Hall?
It could not be helped. In the Great Thousand World, the growth of factions was measured in centuries and millennia, while experts would often remain stuck at each stage for