Ling Lan strolled towards Lord Gen's throne. She flicked her finger and the stone throne turned into a pile of dust. The dust then got blown into the air and disappeared. Then, a majestic ice throne formed slowly from the ground up. Ling Lan flicked the back of her windbreaker and turned to sit down on the chair. Simultaneously, the symbol on her forehead diminished rapidly. Her hair turned short and returned back to black colour. In the end, she turned back into the familiar Ling Lan with a cold and dominating aura.
Li Lanfeng disappeared from his spot. When he reappeared again, he was already standing behind Ling Lan. Just like in the past, he silently performed his role as Ling Lan's most trusted aide, the person whom she was willing to give her back to.
Ling Lan leaned back on the chair and looked towards the door of the hall. She said evenly, "Lord Zhen is here."
The moment she finished her sentence, a figure appeared in the hall.
