This kind of innate coldness was the same as the coldness of the ice-sealed genius Channing Lestrange and the others.
Sadie Dudley had been frozen before!
Sadie's toes touched the ground, and she stepped onto the 11th arena. She tilted her head and wrinkled her nose. She looked at Braydon Neal and blinked. She said helplessly, "Annoying little brother, who allowed you to leave Hansworth?"
"Sadie, I'm busy!"
Braydon felt helpless.
Ever since he was young, Sadie had been the person who had the deepest influence on Braydon.
"Busy again?" Sadie frowned. "Is it because of the Global Martial Artist Summit? Walter Hardy, I'm here. Aren't you going to come out and welcome me?"
Sadie called out the name of the old king of the Alpha Empire.
