On the snowy peak, Nighteye gradually turned cold amidst the desolate whistles of snow and wind. What little gentleness she had in her eyes gradually faded away. Glancing at Qianye’s stubborn figure, she wanted to say something but stopped midway, unable to utter more hurtful cold words. She merely said, “Impossible.”

“How will you know if you don’t try?” For some reason, there was a fire burning in the usually calm eyes of  Qianye.

“If you really must try, then do as you wish.”

Qianye nodded, almost as though he hadn’t sensed Nighteye’s indifference. “Can you fill me up on the details?”

“Ask him.” Nighteye pointed at Jared.

The Silver-Winged Marquis had noticed that the relationship between the other two wasn’t that simple. It went without saying that the less he knew about this matter, the better, so he moved away quietly and decided to vanish for a while. Who would’ve thought he would be dragged back by Nighteye before he had managed to escape?

Jared arrived beside Qianye and let out an awkward cough. He was just thinking about where to start when Nighteye said, “Let’s go back to the crash site,...