Chapter 17: Su Lan Bed
Inside the silent hall of the Sixth Peak, the atmosphere was cold, still, and charged with tension.
Meng Hao stood before the throne where Su Lan sat like an untouchable deity, her gaze fixed upon him with the indifference of a snow-covered mountain—beautiful, yet distant. The lingering spirit lights above bathed the hall in soft luminescence, making her silhouette seem even more ethereal.
Then her voice echoed once more, as emotionless and sharp as ever.
"Meng Hao."
Hearing his name spoken by her for the second time, Meng Hao lowered his head respectfully, placing his fist to his palm in salute.
"This junior greets the Elder."
He raised his eyes subtly, hoping for even the faintest reaction from her, but Su Lan’s expression remained like still water. No emotion flickered on her flawless face—not amusement, not irritation, not approval.
It was as if his respectful demeanor meant nothing.
A few seconds passed before Su Lan spoke again, her tone icy and blunt.
"You could have chosen another peak, couldn’t you?"
She rose slowly, her sword still resting casually in her hand.
"Then why are you standing before me now?"