"Traitors, all of your are!" White Clothes' fury reached a boiling point, her white gown billowing as her aura surged tremendously.
"Why the fuss, sister? Unless you awaken Father, you won't be able to kill Alexander, not with us here," Blood Clothes shook her head. Releasing Alexander's arm and joining Blizzard and the others, she added, somewhat wistfully,
"Are you sure you don't want to give it a try? Alexander is quite incredible, especially his tentacles—"
Hearing this, White Clothes' anger verged on erupting in a rampage. However, at that moment, the air temperature plummeted, frosting the ground. The white mist engulfing Cangshan City churned and parted as if commanded.
A youthful figure, his face a blend of naivety and innocence, emerged from the mist. Adjusting his glasses, a smile crossed his visage. Though miles away, his voice sounded as if he were right beside them. "White Clothes, long time no see!"
