Yan Nai’er knelt before the crystal coffin, shimmering teardrops sliding from her beautiful eyes, and dropping onto her father Yan Yan’s face.
Instantly, the teardrop turned to ice.
Yan Nai’er, with her jade-like hand, gently tried to brush away the iced teardrop on her father’s face, only to have her hand instantly covered with a layer of frost, as if it were about to be frozen stiff.
Yan Nai’er didn’t know, but in her heart, she refused to believe a thousand times, ten thousand times, that her father was dead.
At that moment, Yan Yan had no heartbeat, no breath. Yet his body was still life-like, without a hint of decay.
His body appeared normal at a glance, his skin still taut and elastic, and also at a normal temperature.
But for some unknown reason, anything that touched his body turned instantly to ice.
Yan Nai’er had tried countless times—every time she touched her father’s body, her hand would be immediately frozen, covered with a layer of frost. Yet, paradoxically, her father’s body was always at a normal temperature, without any signs of being frozen solid.
She searched through all kinds of materials and asked many people, but no one knew the answer, why it was .
Why was there no chill to her father’s body, but anyone or anything that touched him instantly turned to ice?
To save her father, she had no idea how many Gold Coins she had spent. She didn’t know how many rare beasts she’d hunted, nor how many masters she’d consulted.
However, she had gained nothing at all.
She couldn’t even find a clue, much less whether he was dead or alive.
Moreover, she dared not tell anyone. She could not let anyone know that her father Yan Yan had met with an accident; otherwise, the entire Silver Wolf Legion would crumble instantly.
On the surface, it seemed like she, as the young leader of the legion, had a firm hold over the entire legion, and her martial skills were certainly high.
But, that was because she was relying on her father’s prestige. Once it became known that something had happened to him, she, Yan Nai’er, would certainly be unable to control this army.
She lacked sufficient authority and moreover, she was a woman. But the Silver Wolf Legion, created by her father, could absolutely not be destroyed in her own hands.
So, every day she struggled to stay afloat, to become more mature, to become more domineering and intimidating.
To make this authoritative and imposing attitude seem real, she had to constantly release powerful spiritual power, creating a formidable aura to keep those unruly subordinates and cunning fierce opponents in line.
"Father, tell me, how can I save you? No matter the cost, I am willing to do it," Yan Nai’er said, disregarding the terrible chill, her hand caressing her father’s face, her voice filled with boundless longing.
Ever since she was little, she didn’t owe anyone anything, but she owed her father a great deal.
At that time, in order to be with Suo Lun, she deeply hurt her father’s heart, and the stubborn her nearly severed the father-daughter relationship.
Her father wasn’t despising Suo Lun for being a loser; he was afraid she would get hurt, so he was strongly opposed to it.
But she was too naive, thinking that with beauty and infatuation, she could make Suo Lun settle down.
But that bastard still fell in love with someone else. The more desperately she clung on, the faster he ran away.
Yan Nai’er wiped her own tears, reluctantly shifting her gaze away from her father’s face to the portrait of Suo Lun on the wall.
This painting was done by herself.
From a young age, her father raised her like a boy, so she only knew how to wield swords and fight; it was Suo Lun who taught her the art of painting.
After learning to paint, she only ever painted one subject, that was this libertine, Suo Lun.
The Suo Lun in the portrait was very lifelike, those peach-blossom eyes full of flirtation, that smile at the corner of his mouth brimming with roguish charm.
That’s exactly what he was like, thick-skinned and sweet-talked, eyes always seducing others—a typical bad boy.
Apart from pleasing women, he was good for nothing else.
Yan Nai’er knew he was useless, knew he was fickle, knew he was not a good person.
But... she, so helplessly, had fallen in love with such a man.
She had always followed her father in practicing martial arts, traveling south and north, constantly fighting and battling.
She had never encountered such a shameless man before, such a handsome man, a man with such a sweet mouth.
Maybe it was because she had never been in love before, perhaps because she was too naive, or perhaps because a good girl like her was naturally attracted to bad boys.
In any case, after the thirteenth time she had beaten Suo Lun black and blue, she gradually succumbed.
And then, she tasted the sweetness of love, too intoxicating, too bewitching, utterly different from the dullness of battles.
She felt as though she were constantly drunk, dizzy-headed, and as if floating into a heavenly rapture.
And that bad person, Suo Lun, really was the world’s best boyfriend. So gentle, so full of sweet nothings.
When he loved you, you felt like you were completely wrapped in honey, every breath you took was sweet.
He would treat you so well, cherish you like a treasure, holding you tenderly in his hands with utmost care.
While dating him, Yan Nai’er felt like a princess, like an Angel, like the happiest person in the world.
She forgot about swords, even started to detest them.
All her thoughts revolved around one thing, to be with Suo Lun forever, to marry him, to bear his children.
However... the sweetness came quickly and left just as quickly.
Maybe that period was too beautiful, too blissful, as if it had exhausted all the happiness of her lifetime. Soon, Suo Lun gradually became distant and began to avoid her.