"You still dare to show your face before the Lady? I must admit, your audacity is impressive."
"If you're not afraid of death, come with us."
The snake-skin old man and the burly man sneered, then dove toward the area below. Qin Feiyang followed unhurriedly behind them, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Below lay a garden, spanning about a thousand feet, covered in a blanket of white snow. To one side of the garden stood a great hall, tall and imposing, exuding an ancient aura. At the entrance, guards clad in leopard-skin coats stood ramrod straight, their eyes alert.
WHOOSH!
The three of them landed before the great hall.
"Greetings to you, Sirs."
The guards immediately bowed to the burly man and his companion in salute.
Qin Feiyang teased, "Quite an imposing presence, huh!"
"Silence!"
The snake-skin old man barked, then said to the burly man, "You stand guard outside. I'll take him in."
"Understood." The burly man nodded.
"Follow me."
