The Frost City.

"You underestimate the prince too much, Yu Rang," another woman said. It had to be a previous receptionist from her tone. There had to be a reason why their superiors wanted him at their side.

At first, Phate just turned at the back to look at the hotel where he had just made love with Thalia, his first woman, for one last time, but he suddenly saw shadowy figures exiting the hotel following them. He counted three of them. 

He could only see their ferocious red eyes behind their black hoods covering their faces, and they were dressed as dark priests!

He thought they were on their own business, but when he turned again, they were still following him, only keeping a distance.

They were all first-stage High Immortals, and he wondered if his status was so high that he attracted these powerhouses but remembered the receptionist's conversation with her superior.

It's a good thing they didn't seem to have any ill intent at the moment; Thalia did not have any protective formation to save her from those powerful cultivators if they decided to attack. He tightened his hug around Thalia as Fenrir increased her speed.

They passed many cities, and Fenrir didn't stop or decrease her speed. Many people just got a glimpse of the wolf's figure before it disappeared. 

"What a fast wolf, leader. Can you tell which breed it is?" asked the previous woman. Not only she, but many beast tamers, felt envious; Fenrir was just too fast for her cultivation level.

"I don't feel anything from her; her speed could match a Demi Immortal," the receptionist, their leader, answered.

Phate had altered everything unique about Fenrir, and to his liking, so no one could get anything from her unless she awakened.

"It's just an ordinary wolf," Yu Rang snorted again.

"You're a disgrace to your mighty name, Yu Rang, if you think like that," the first woman said; the man immediately quieted down while the other woman laughed softly.

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"I thought we would rest for an hour before we proceed, but you're not stopping even after five hours," Thalia said; now she was sure something was wrong with him.

"I just want to reach faster, but if you're tired, we can rest in the next city," he said. Thalia definitely wouldn't be tired; she was only worried about him as his cultivation was still low to her.

"No, I can go on," she refused, and Phate kept quiet; he was hurrying because being followed gave him a sour taste, even if the other party did not intend to attack them.

In Frost City, many powerhouses worked directly under his mother, and their pursuers would stop if they reached.

'You tell me when you get tired, Fen, ' he sent the wolf a message; at her average speed, she could reach Frost City without resting, but now she was using her top speed.

'.....'

'Fair enough.' When he heard what she said, which only he could listen to and understand, he nodded.

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After an hour, they could see a big white wall with a big gate. It was two hundred meters high; not only that, but above it, there was a dome filled with snow falling from the sky.

A long queue of many people lined up to enter the city walls, with many going out. No one was being checked as the guards just stood there to ensure order.

Their cultivation ranged within the Demi Immortal realm. A person worthy to be a city lord was just a guard of the Frost City.

"Don't be surprised they pay them a lot, a salary a city lord of the cities we left back could only dream of getting," Thalia explained. Right now, Fenrir was sauntering to the city gate.

VOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Suddenly, a loud horning was heard from within the city; immediately, everyone outside bowed in the direction of the gate they were facing.

The big gates opened wide with a loud voice, and Phate took a glimpse of what was inside, but a giant ark heading outside the gate blocked his sight.

It was black and ninety-five meters in length and twenty in width; guards wearing full black armor with different weapons were surrounding it in the air. They were all Immortals!

When it reached the gate, it decreased in size; after passing through, it returned to its original size.

Strangely, it didn't sour in the skies like most had expected but started descending on the group. Those in its reach backed away immediately, and it sat on the ground before them.

He furrowed his eyes inside; many formations around the ark could rebound anyone who tried to peek inside, but he easily bypassed all of them.

Unless it had something to do with fate, nothing could overpower his eyes!

Just as he wanted to see what was inside, suddenly, three figures flew out of the ark: a woman in the middle, a man, and another woman by her side.

The woman in the middle took most of his attention, and her hair was a mix of white and violet collected from one side in front of her, covering one of her breasts, with a golden tiara in a frosted design with violet ice rotating around, giving a mix of a noble and powerful aura.

She was wearing a white dress made of a pricey material. It had a long slit from below to the middle of her thighs at the back, with violet designs around just above her elbows, at the end of its long sleeves, and in the middle of the dress at her back, also going around her big plump ass connecting with the ones at the front and round her breasts which were big too and her slim long neck.

Her dress would touch the ground when she landed, and purple ice filled the whole place when her feet landed on the ground before hardening when the stuff she was holding in her right hand touched the ground.

Her face was so beautiful; among the women he had seen so far, only his mother was better than this woman. From her purple-violet eyes, red lips, slim nose, everything she had just added to her beauty and grace.

Even her tiny white feet in the purple-colored high heels looked so beautiful.

A work to a perfected art!