I have to admit that this Young Master Sui fits the imagination of every single woman ready for marriage when it comes to a potential partner—good looks, high martial prowess, gentle and attentive yet courageous, strength to move mountains!

Of course, she included herself in this sentiment.

But that was last night. Now... if Sui Yi had a sensor for detecting affection, he should notice that Owner Shang’s affection for him is swiftly dropping...

No matter how good-looking he is, how skilled in martial arts, or how NICE his character is, what’s the use? He likes men, after all, men!

Shang Xiuxun sighed inwardly, suppressing the little woman inside her that was eager to stir, and reverted back to her usual high-cool, wise, and decisive self as the grand field owner.

Meanwhile, across from her, Sui Yi was still sandwiched between the overtly masculine Prince Fu Qian and the maximum weak-submissive aura of Du Gourou.

Fu Qian would say a few words, and before Sui Yi could respond, Du Gourou would interject...

It didn’t take long before Sui Yi was leisurely sipping wine and observing the surroundings, while the two masculine men beside him were chatting enthusiastically.

On the side, Dugu Mingyue watched until her eyelids twitched, fearing that her brother, who had just managed to straighten out, would be stimulated back to being bent by Fu Qian. So, she proactively joined in, trying to rescue her brother...

Well, the three of them sure were having a lively conversation.

Qin Shubao poured a cup of water for the person next to him, saying in a low voice: "Strategist... I have a bad feeling... The Morton Tribe has been stringing us along recently, not agreeing to sell warhorses to us... and it seems they’re keeping Flying Horse Ranch in suspense too... If that’s the case, I doubt they’ll agree today either."

"I know... This year, compared to previous ones... there are some differences... Better be cautious... Pay attention to the food and drink later."

The man nodded in a low voice as well, his gaze drifting over some people. If there was real danger, they from the Central Plains should help each other.

Sui Yi sat in the middle, moving like a serene mountain and green water...

Morton and Liew Baiyi arrived.

Morton acted as if nothing had happened last night. As he passed by Sui Yi, he smiled broadly, saying, "It’s truly an honor for our Morton Tribe to welcome the renowned Mr. Sui from the Central Plains this time..."

Sui Yi lifted his eyes slightly, replying indifferently, "You’re too kind."

"You’re welcome," Morton chuckled softly and walked past,

At that moment, everyone noticed that the area was surrounded by the tribal guards of the Morton Tribe.

If it was for safety, it wouldn’t be surprising, but there was something peculiar about it.

Many felt uneasy, glancing around before looking at one another...

Finally, they all looked at Sui Yi.

As the only Great Grandmaster from the Central Plains here, they indeed needed some reassurance from Sui Yi.

Sui Yi’s expression was so calm, which, in turn, reassured them.

Shang Xiuxun, however, unconsciously tightened her grip on her cup, feeling the calmer things appeared, the more ominous they seemed.

"I say, Chief Morton, could it be that this renowned Snow God Festival is just for us to eat and drink here?"

An Long, who was always easygoing wherever he was, lazily said while nibbling on some snacks.

"Of course not... Our Western Regions’ Snow God Festival... is the closest ritual to the divine, but those who preside over it are not our crude Morton Family, but rather..."

Morton’s gaze suddenly turned southeast, in the direction of Snow God Mountain.

His expression told everyone that someone was coming.

Sui Yi followed the gaze...

The vast snow-covered mountain served as the backdrop.

A swath of black was approaching them from that white expanse...

It seemed slow, but strangely, it was as if they moved a hundred meters in a step, like phantoms, closing the distance to less than a hundred meters in the blink of an eye. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Everyone watched this group...

Women?

A group of women dressed in loose black robes.

Whether beautiful or not, it was not mentioned; each of them had an expressionless face, with cold and strange eyes as if they could see through people’s minds. Few could withstand their gaze.

Who are these people?

Du Gourou and Dugu Mingyue heard Dugu Sheng whispering, "The Divine Servants from Snow God Mountain... are the slaves of the god."

That sounded rather superstitious, but this was the tradition in the Western Regions. Du Gourou didn’t think much of it internally, and her face showed no expression...

Morton got up to greet them, his etiquette seemed odd, but that wasn’t the focus. The focus was his great respect for the young woman at the forefront...

"Priest Wu Gen..."

Wu Gen?

Is this person of high status on Snow God Mountain? You have to know, Morton is already a senior member...

Suddenly!

Who is that person?

To the north, a tall, slender man silently appeared on a large rock, gazing from afar at these Divine Servants from Snow God Mountain.