Li Ang received some unexpected news at the Potion Association: an eighth-tier Saint wanted to meet him.
“Li Ang, if you don’t want to meet them, we can always refuse.”
Pace looked at Li Ang with some nervousness. He couldn’t figure out why a Saint suddenly wanted to see Li Ang, and even more so, this meeting had been arranged by His Majesty himself.
Li Ang shook his head.
“Since it’s a direct order from His Majesty, do I really have a choice?”
This was already beyond what the Potion Association could handle, and Li Ang didn’t think the eighth-tier had any ill intentions toward him.
If a powerhouse of that level wanted to kill someone as ordinary as him, there was no need to go through all this trouble.
“Did His Majesty say where the eighth-tier would be waiting for me?”
Li Ang thought for a moment, then looked at Pace.
“I think… it’s in the palace’s Garden…”
“Alright, I understand.”
Li Ang nodded and set out for the palace at once.
Led by the guards, he soon arrived at a Garden deep within the royal palace.
After taking him to a spot beside a small Bridge, the guard excused himself and left.
Li Ang glanced around, and soon noticed a small Pavilion not far off. He walked toward it.
As he walked, he pondered why this eighth-tier Saint had singled him out. Could it be related to His Majesty?
Lost in thought, he found himself near the Pavilion. Within, a solitary figure stood motionless.
She stood there quietly, as if a sculpture of ice forgotten by time, emanating a chill that kept all at a distance.
Sensing someone’s approach, the woman slowly turned around, her pale blue hair gently fluttering.
Li Ang’s gaze instinctively fell upon the blue crystal protruding from her forehead—it looked like a horn?
A demonkin?
No, that wasn’t right.
Li Ang quickly noticed the blue-scaled tail behind her, gently swaying. Its tip seemed made of ice, scattering tiny crystals and mist through the air as it moved.
What stood out most were her slit pupils, as cold as a serpent’s, while the whites of her eyes shone with a faint blue tint. When she looked at Li Ang, it was like being stared at by a block of black ice—frigid and aloof.
Fine, ice-like scales adorned the edges of her eyes and cheekbones, adding an exotic allure.
Li Ang drew a deep breath, his mind set. The woman before him was none other than a powerful Frost Dragon!
The Dragon Clan was always shrouded in mystery—who would have thought he’d encounter one here?
“Se…senior? Were you looking for me?”
Li Ang spoke with utmost respect.
The woman’s face remained calm as she gave a slight nod, then took a seat on the long bench inside the Pavilion.
Seeing this, Li Ang carefully sat down opposite her, taking a closer look at this Dragon Lady.
Her face was exquisitely delicate, her skin as pale as fresh snow, and faint Magic Patterns resembling cracks in ice shimmered across it.
She wore an Ice Silk Chiffon Dress, its skirt cascading down like a waterfall, accentuating her slender waist.
Just as Li Ang was marveling at what a Dragon Lady really looked like, the woman spoke in a soft, cool voice.
“Your name is Li Ang?”
As she spoke, a faint mist of icy breath escaped her lips.
This was an eighth-tier Saint—every movement, every word, affected the very air itself.
“That’s me.”
Li Ang averted his gaze, keeping his tone respectful.
Could she be here to steal the magic potion? But that only increased magic absorption speed—it wouldn’t be of much use to an eighth-tier Saint, would it?
While he was speculating wildly, the woman before him, as still as a sculpture, spoke again: “Do you…have someone you like?”
The Ice Dragon Lady’s voice was so detached that Li Ang doubted his own ears.
But when he met her calm, blue eyes, he realized this senior Dragon Lady was not joking.
Could it be… she wanted to play matchmaker for him?
Li Ang pinched his thigh, took a deep breath, and cautiously replied, “I… already have a fiancée.”
A faint trace of gloom flickered in the woman’s blue eyes, but she soon nodded. “Is it that succubus?”
Her words hit Li Ang like a sledgehammer to the chest. He leapt to his feet, his face stricken with shock and a trace of fear.
His heart raced. He knew exactly what it would mean if Lias’s identity were exposed.
What should he do?
What was she planning?
Did Solaris I know?
Compared to Li Ang’s alarm, the woman simply gazed at him serenely. “Do you want to help her become Demon King?”
Li Ang remained silent.
The woman went on calmly, “But right now, you’re just an ordinary human. You’ll only live a hundred years or so. There can be no future for the two of you.”
“……”
Realizing that the woman didn’t seem hostile, Li Ang sat down again, grinning wryly. “I know.”
“But liking someone is just that—liking them. If I give up just because of a little trouble, what right do I have to say I like her at all?”
“Liking someone is just… liking them?”
The woman repeated his words quietly, then looked up. “But have you ever thought about what will happen when the day comes? What will that succubus do then?”
Li Ang froze, catching a glimpse of sorrow in her eyes.
He fell silent.
It was true—when the time came, could Lias bear his departure?
“Maybe you’re right. You saved her, and your fates are bound together. No matter how it ends, at least for now… it’s good.”
A deep sadness clouded the woman’s brow.
“Sell me your next potion. I’ll pay you a satisfactory price.”
She clearly didn’t want to linger on the previous topic.
Li Ang hesitated, then nodded. “Alright.”
“A favor—what would you like me to do?”
The Ice Dragon Lady spoke coolly.
After a moment’s hesitation, Li Ang took out two Rings from his pocket. “Could you forge these into Magic Devices?”
“I can.”
She nodded impassively, then waved her hand. Instantly, blue crystal enveloped the pair of Rings, radiating an azure light.
Moments later, the glow faded away. The Rings dropped back into his palm, cool to the touch.
Li Ang tucked the Rings into his pocket, then asked hesitantly, “There’s one more question I’d like to ask you.”
She nodded softly.
“I want to create an elixir of immortality. Is it possible…”
Li Ang asked, somewhat nervous, looking into the Ice Dragon Lady’s blue eyes.
She simply shook her head, expressionless, and vanished from sight.
After she left, the oppressive atmosphere in the Pavilion vanished as well, though Li Ang felt a touch of disappointment in his heart.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that the Ice Dragon Lady had looked at him strangely. Instinctively, he didn’t want to get too involved with her, which was why he’d made such a simple request.
Li Ang left the palace and walked home, his mind replaying the woman’s words, his brow tightly knit.
Could it be that he really was dragging Lias down?
Lias herself seemed to have forgotten her hatred—was that really a good thing for her?