Neither Summer Vastcold nor Summer Soundfyre were inconsequential figures.

Yang Qi couldn’t help but be surprised at how, in the briefest of moments, Summer Vastcold came up with a ruthless plan to rake the firewood from beneath the kettle of her opponent, and inflict treacherous losses. ‘This woman is vicious and merciless,’ he thought. ‘It doesn’t matter if I help her or not, she won’t be grateful. She didn’t even ask my opinion on the matter. She just told me to give Summer Soundfyre the two hundred billion godnotes and then wait to take advantage of the situation later. I guess I’m working for her now.’

Everything from Summer Vastcold’s tone to her words put Yang Qi on guard as he realized that she was not someone to take lightly.

After all, the other men she had drawn into her web had ended up picked clean to the point where not even their bones remained behind.

It made sense. In the Nacrelight Sageland, men generally didn’t suffer good fates. Ninety-nine percent were fools who ended up getting killed. But many of them were fine with...