Heavenly Frost Citadel!
The capital of Yue Country—frozen in an eternal winter of arrogance and political backstabbing—stood tall within a massive dome-like barrier. Outside, the scorching sun blazed like an angry alchemist's furnace. Inside? A cool, refreshing chill, as if the heavens themselves had decided to give the nobility free air conditioning.
This was where all the influential families resided, scheming over tea and deciding the fate of lesser mortals.
Su Xiaobai, a man who had long since made peace with the fact that the universe had a personal vendetta against him, had expected to be ambushed, poisoned, or at the very least, humiliated in some obscure and creative way.
He had not, however, expected to be shoved into a goddamn dragon-infused sea.
Splash!
The water was crystalline, shimmering with an unnatural green glow—the kind of glow that made a man wonder: Is this spiritual energy… or just really toxic?
He didn't get to ponder long.
