"No news is sometimes the best news."
As they were speaking, two completely different auras approached from behind. To the left was a bone-chilling cold, while to the right, heatwaves billowed. Empress Caterina and Aragon II stepped out of the tent at the same time.
Empress Frostfall maintained her unapproachable, icy demeanor. Just by standing there, a layer of white frost formed on the rocks beneath her feet. Meanwhile, Red Dragon Emperor Aragon II pulled out a flask. After complaining about the plateau's terrible weather, he guzzled several mouthfuls of strong liquor.
"Good morning, seniors," Count Raylo took the initiative to greet them.
"Morning." Empress Caterina was a woman of few words.
Aragon II nodded. He walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the giant peak thrusting into the clouds in the distance, cracking his neck impatiently. "Austin, how much longer are we going to wait? Let's just use Teleportation to get over there and be done with it."
