Seeing his expression, Qian Renxue immediately knew what he was thinking.
But in order to maintain her public image, she had to offer some advice.
"Father, if you intend to send people to forcibly seize it, I dare to suggest that you give up this idea as soon as possible."
The Snow Night Emperor looked up at him, somewhat surprised and doubtful: "Give up?"
"Qinghe, what do you mean by this?"
"We are an empire, surely we can take over a small dueling arena?"
Xue Qinghe's tone was sincere and serious: "Father, please calm down. Now that the Heavenly Curtain has been exposed, we are not the only ones watching them."
"The Spirit Hall, the three major sects, and even the Star Luo Empire are probably already preparing to target them."
"If we act rashly, we might be stabbed in the back by other forces!"
These words struck a chord with Emperor Xueye.
Given the current unclear situation, it is indeed not advisable to act rashly.
Emperor Xueye took a deep breath and calmed himself down: "Qinghe is right."
"However…" He narrowed his eyes unwillingly.
"I can't just stand by and watch."
"Send someone with generous gifts to the Dark Night Duel Arena for further negotiations."
"Let's find out what their true strength is!"
Xue Qinghe sneered inwardly, but outwardly replied respectfully, "Your subject will make the arrangements immediately!"
Stepping out of her bedchamber, Qian Renxue looked at the enormous sky and couldn't help but chuckle softly. Thousand Snow Pillow
"Probe the truth?"
"You think you can figure out Qin Chen's true strength and weaknesses?"
Although she only had a vague understanding of what happened in the dueling arena, what she saw on the surface was enough to terrify her!
"We need to send someone to inform Grandpa and the others as soon as possible, and not to act rashly."
"Otherwise, a major battle between the two sides would be inevitable..."
Tian Dou City.
An old tavern.
The tavern was filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol mixed with the stench of sweat, permeating every corner.
A group of drunkards, their feet propped up on stools, were discussing the scene on the sky with great enthusiasm and spittle flying.
"Separation..."
"Do you think that arena owner is incredibly lucky? What kind of good fortune did he accumulate over several lifetimes?"
A burly man with a full beard took a big gulp of wine, his face filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
"That's Catwoman! Obedient and well-behaved, we just took her in."
"They're actually calling him 'master' so devotedly?"
A skinny, monkey-like man next to him grinned lewdly and made faces.
"How could the owner of that venue possibly concentrate on reading? If it were me, hehe..."
"I'm afraid I won't even be able to get out of bed with those two!"
"Hahaha! You're right!"
The surrounding drinkers erupted in vulgar laughter, filling the air with a merrily hazy atmosphere.
Just then.
"Squeak—"
The tavern's wooden door was pushed open.
A refreshing fragrance wafts through the air, like gardenias after the rain.
The stench of alcohol in the tavern was instantly dispelled.
The drunkards, who had been laughing wildly, suddenly stopped and turned to look.
A young girl dressed in a plain white dress walked in.
She looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with skin as white as snow and long, smooth hair cascading over her shoulders.
That noble and pure temperament was like a white swan that had mistakenly wandered into a pigsty.
It was completely out of place in this dirty and chaotic tavern.
It was none other than Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
She wrinkled her delicate little nose, clearly disliking the smell here.
Despite her discomfort, she walked straight to the bar's front desk.
"boss."
Ning Rongrong unfolded a portrait she was holding and asked in a clear voice, "Have you ever seen this person before?"
The portrait depicts a young man standing with his hands behind his back and a faint smile on his lips.
Even in paintings, one can see that extraordinary spirit is evident.
The owner, a middle-aged man, was wiping cups when he glanced at the portrait casually.
"Never seen it before."
There are so many people coming to the tavern every day, he doesn't have time to remember this.
Ning Rongrong bit her lip, and just as she was about to ask something else, several drunkards surrounded her.
A pair of drunken, lustful eyes lingered on Ning Rongrong.
"Oh? Whose little sister is this? She's so pretty, coming all this way to find her lover?"
The burly man with a thick beard grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and reached out to grab Ning Rongrong's arm.
"Who are you looking for? Uncle is pretty good too."
"Come here, let Uncle give you a hug, Uncle will help you find it!"
"Haha, that's right, we might know."
The skinny guy also came over, holding a wine glass, his breath reeking of alcohol.
"Little sister, have a couple of drinks with your brother. If you get into a good mood, maybe I'll remember that I recognize the people in this painting!"
"roll!"
Ning Rongrong abruptly took a step back, looking at the group with disgust, and coldly uttered a single word.
"Oh? It's pretty spicy!"
The big man wasn't angry at all; instead, he became even more excited: "I love spicy food! It's kicky!"
As he spoke, he opened his arms and lunged forward.
However.
Just as his dirty hands were still a little distance from Ning Rongrong.
"boom--!"
A terrifying aura descended upon the tavern without warning.
Everyone present felt as if a huge mountain had suddenly collapsed above their heads, and the air became heavier than a block of iron.
"Snap!"
"Splash!"
The sound of countless wine glasses shattering rang out.
The drunkards, who had been grinning lewdly just moments before, turned deathly pale in an instant.
As if an invisible hand had pressed down on their heads, they all knelt down on the ground with a thud.
The burly man with the thick beard lay sprawled on the ground, his bones cracking and popping, completely sobered up.
"I'd like to see."
An aged yet murderous voice echoed eerily through the tavern.
"How do you expect my precious granddaughter to accompany you for drinks?"
Everyone stared in horror as an old man in spotless white robes appeared beside Ning Rongrong.
He stood with his hands behind his back, and his eyes seemed to hold two sharp swords.
Just one glance from him made my skin sting.
It is none other than Sword Douluo, Chen Xin!
"Spare...spare my life..."
The burly man was no longer the arrogant man he had been; he felt as if his heart was about to burst from the pressure of that aura.
Chen Xin snorted coldly, not deigning to lay a hand on such trash.
Ning Rongrong didn't even glance at the pile of trash on the ground.
She held up the portrait again, once more in front of the boss who was trembling with fear and covered in cold sweat.
"Boss, I'll ask you one more time."
Ning Rongrong stared intently at him with her beautiful big eyes: "You really don't recognize me?"
The boss, who had just been nonchalant, now wore a fawning smile that looked more like a grimace.
"I remember now, I...I know them!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up instantly, her previous aloofness crumbling as she eagerly asked, "Where is he? Tell me quickly!"
The shop owner wiped the sweat from his brow, looking embarrassed. "Miss... I don't know where he is..."
"When was the last time he came?" Ning Rongrong pressed.
The boss stammered as he recalled, "Well... it seems like it was about two years ago."
"Bang!"
Ning Rongrong slammed her hand on the table in anger, startling the boss.
"You're kidding me?!"
"You remember the guests who came two years ago so clearly?" Ning Rongrong felt like she was being made a fool of.
"I wouldn't dare!" the boss cried, hurriedly explaining.
"It's mainly because that guy was so special!"
"The reason I was so impressed by him in the painting is because he didn't come alone at the time."
"With...with whom?"
"He was with a blonde woman by his side, and her appearance... she was simply a goddess, incredibly beautiful!"
Upon hearing the words "blonde woman," Ning Rongrong paused.
The boss continued describing the scene, seemingly still reeling from the shock he had experienced.
"And there's more than one!"
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