Yun Hailan’s blue garment seemed too thin for the coldness around her. As she stood there on the tall building, she looked impressive, and at the same time, dainty and lonely.

Virtually any man who saw her would feel his heart stirring, and would instinctively offer her both worship and love.

But Yang Qi just chuckled coldly in his heart.

‘So, you’re here in Krorän too, eh Yun Hailan?’ He was surrounded by the swirling snow of the Four Seasons Swordplay, and was clad in his Infernal Deity Plate Armor, making him look like a devilghost yama king. [1]

No one who saw him could possibly recognize him.

However, he was still a bit nervous. Considering how close he had been with Yun Hailan, and how intelligent she was, he still worried that she might somehow be able to identify him.

He was fully aware of the extent of her treachery and shrewdness; she was profoundly dangerous.

‘Hmph! Even if she does suspect it’s me, what good will that do her? Where would she get proof? Besides, a battle of wits and strength is exactly what I want. You’re going to see exactly how...