"You haven't seen what they looked like more than twenty years ago. Back then, they only had a small stall," Zhan Buhui said with a smile.
The three stopped chatting and sped toward the entrance to the Frozen Land marked on the map.
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Late Night Snack Headquarters, Holy Son Palace.
When Yingyue came in, she saw Pei Feng standing by the window.
In front of him was a pot of flowers in full bloom, their colors vibrant and their forms delicate and charming.
"Your Holiness." Yingyue dared not look any longer and immediately lowered her head respectfully.
"How did the mission go?"
Pei Feng was in a good mood.
He was so eager to know how the young swordsman would perform that he even showed a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
Yingyue pursed her lips, unsure how to explain Huo Qianshan's decision to betray the organization. She could only offer up the recording stone she always carried with her: "In order to better report the situation to the Holy Son, I carried this with me. It records everything that happened in the Huo family."
"Well done." Pei Feng smiled.
He certainly prefers to see things in a more intuitive way.
So he raised his hand and grabbed, and the memory stone in Yingyue's hand flew towards him on its own.
Pei Feng probed into it with his divine sense to examine the scene recorded by Yingyue.
In the scene, Jiang Wuyuan is standing next to Huo Qianshan.
He didn't take Huo Qianshan's betrayal to heart.
When Pei Feng saw the faint look of pain on Jiang Wuyuan's face because of Huo Qianshan's death, his eyes lit up, and a crazy joy surged in his eyes.
That expression suits him so well. Pei Feng thought to himself.
"Your Majesty, Huo Qianshan is dead. What should we do next?" Yingyue asked.
Pei Feng snapped out of his daze and began to play with the memory stone in his hand.
"Is Huo Ling still alive?"
"Yes, as you instructed, I did not kill him."
The bloodlust in Pei Feng's eyes intensified: "That really is something to look forward to..."
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Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in through the window.
The beautiful flower trembled slightly, and then a fiery red petal detached from the bud and slowly drifted down from above.
There is no hope left.
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