The cold beauty beside Nathaniel noticed the sudden shift in his mood. Her icy face curved into a wicked smirk, shattering her noble, impassive facade as she whispered.
"Why get angry? Just dispose of the annoyance with a swipe of your hand."
As she whispered, her robe fluttered.
Nathaniel was momentarily stunned. He looked at the woman beside him, but she had already returned to her calm, cold, and noble demeanor. He, too, smiled softly, like a noble saint, and with a wave of his hand, sent his power toward the golden bridge.
Indeed, this woman was shrewd—just like him. Valance was one of the rare fortunate Rulers, aside from him, to bear a complete Celestial symbol between her collarbones—albeit without a defined essence—crafted from fragments stolen from weaker Rulers who vanished before they could be known as Crown holders in the Celestial Realm.
And he knew she was the reason they disappeared and were never seen again.
