Chapter 18: The Queen’s Personal Slave
The summer night was calm and quiet.
The moonlight was cool as flowing water, and the twinkling stars kept the darkness from truly settling in.
Somewhere in the vast desert, a tavern stood precariously on the edge of a cliff.
A gust of night wind swept through as a shadow slipped in through the tavern's window.
Inside, the sound of soft moans echoed faintly.
As the shadow entered, a burly, middle-aged man with a scarred face, dressed in tattered robes, shoved a snake-woman off his lap with a look of irritation.
"The great Ice Emperor himself... You had to barge in now?"
With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the snake-woman, who quickly exited the room.
As the door shut, Hai Bodong paid him no mind, his voice cold and indifferent.
"The mission is canceled."
He retrieved a portrait of the snake-woman from his storage ring and tore it apart.