Chapter 392

Night fell.

After disbanding the Snowwind Group.

Luo En followed Snowwind back to the villa.

Throughout the journey, Snowwind said nothing; only after entering the house did she, with her back to Luo En, whisper:

"Th-thank you… for saving me today."

She then hurried up the stairs to the second-floor room, her high heels clicking.

Luo En chuckled silently.

This girl… is she really this shy about saying thanks?

So utterly indirect.

After entering her room, Snowwind immediately shut the door.

Leaning against the door, she sank to the floor, cupping her burning, flushed face in both hands.

"What's going on? Why is my face so hot, and my heart beating so fast?"

"I only said one sentence to him—why am I so flustered?"

"And… what is this strange feeling?"

At this moment, Snowwind bore no trace of the noble, icy queen she was before her Snowwind Group members; instead, she looked like a girl just entering first love—nervous, unsettled, her heart racing.

"C-could it be… this is… l-like…?"

Something came to mind.

Snowwind's face flushed from her neck to the roots of her ears, and a wisp of white vapor rose from her head.

Like a boiling kettle.

"No no no!"

"How could I possibly like that guy…?"

She shook her head hard, trying to shake off the flustered feeling.

But her mind couldn't help but replay that scene tonight.

Beneath the bright moonlight.

Luo En, appearing suddenly in the crisis, rescuing her from that alien insect—he was simply…

Like a god.

Snowwind hugged her knees, resting her chin on them.

Memories surfaced: their first meeting, everything that followed, and all the moments they'd shared living together.

As she thought, her gaze grew dreamy.

Whether it was the mysterious black-haired young man Luo En, or this silver-haired, demon-like boy Luo En—

She probably…

Liked them both…

Though she didn't know when it started.

But now Snowwind realized.

Herself…

Had truly fallen for him.

A breeze drifted in through the window, gently brushing the strands of hair beside her ear.

She opened her eyes, stood up, walked to the full-length mirror, and slipped off her green gown.

She gazed at the reflection: short black hair, tall figure, pale skin, a beautiful face, a figure with graceful curves.

A faint smile slowly appeared on Snowwind's face.

Though her psychic power couldn't match her sister's,

She had things her sister couldn't match.

As she finally understood her own heart and faced her feelings, the queen who ruled over her Snowwind Group reemerged.

She appeared in the mirror—slender figure, captivating face, noble and icy aura.

"If you want something, strive to obtain it."

…………

From this day forward,

Snowwind's attitude toward Luo En shifted slightly.

She began seeking him out more often.

But Luo En paid little attention.

His focus had been drawn to something else.

Wolf.

Had appeared.

…………

Banggu's dojo.

"Wolf, the Hero Hunter?"

Qi Yu, chewing tofu from the pot, mumbled.

"Mm."

Banggu's disciple, Cha Lanzi nodded: "His appearance was confirmed just these past two days—Master has been troubled by this lately."

"Banggu? What does he have to do with it?"

Genos couldn't help asking.

"Huh? You didn't know? That Wolf is my Master's eldest disciple, but he was expelled from the sect long ago."

Cha Lanzǐ looked astonished.

Qi Yu and Genos exchanged a glance.

"I've never heard of this before."

"Me neither."

Qi Yu turned to Luo En beside him: "Luo En, do you know?"

Luo En took a sip from the Infinite Wine Flask and nodded: "I know."

"Huh, you know?"

Cha Lanzǐ stared at the unfamiliar silver-haired boy who had come with Qi Yu and the others to the dojo, deeply surprised.

To him, this was the first time he had seen Luo En like this.

He could not possibly connect him with the black-haired youth who had come earlier to spar with Banggu.

"Is that Wolf strong?"

Qi Yu asked curiously.

"I've never fought him, so I'm not sure."

Luo En replied casually.

"His martial art shares the same lineage as Banggu's — it uses an opponent's force against them. It may be mediocre against monsters, but it's very effective against heroes."

"His overall strength is probably about the same as Genos's now."

Genos: "... "

"About the same as Genos? That's pretty strong then."

Qi Yu stroked his chin, thinking: "Martial art... what would it actually look like?"

"Are you interested in martial art? Would you like to join our school?"

Cha Lanzǐ said, his eyes brightening slightly.

"No, that won't be necessary."

"I see..."

Cha Lanzǐ looked disappointed, but then pulled out a registration form from his robe and handed it to Qi Yu: "Here, take this."

Qi Yu took it: "What's this?"

Cha Lanzǐ explained: "It's the registration form for the Martial Arts Tournament, held every three years. Many martial artists will compete on stage, and the winner gets a substantial cash prize. Participating would let you experience many different styles of martial art."

"Huh... really?"

Qi Yu stared at the registration form in his hand, intrigued.