Master

Some claim that the city was called Plight City specifically for the harsh environment of living under the City Lord's dictatorship. Honest, righteous people could only suffer in poverty whilst the despicable rise in fame. Cases of murder, theft, rape and abuse were abundant. However, cases, where the officials were targets of these crimes, were very rare; almost unheard of. The City Lord had the Military Office under its iron grip, and likewise, the city enthralled to the Military Office.

Even underground organizations weren't exempt. Now, a storm of pending terror swelled through the infamous names of Plight City. Hearsay speaks of a demonic rogue cultivator, strength unknown, perhaps on par with a diamond starred officer, was on the loose. Some underground networks weren't bothered. Official news only spoke of the unfortunate Officers but released nothing in regards to the Soul Hunter. Howbeit, mafias had their own information networks and they were able to deduce that the two officers had probably offended someone they shouldn't have, unlucky them.

Of course, some underground mafias would be under intensive investigations from the government, but it seemed as though the figure responsible vanished into thin air, not leaving anything remotely close to tracing back. The only lead they have is that this formidable character has an unfathomable control over the element of frost.

Whilst these investigations were ongoing, the murderer was in a whole different dilemma. Currently, on the peak of a mountain above clouds, she had a beautiful frown over her small, cold face. Her eyes contained a foggy viel, spiritually connected with the space which engulfed Yang Lin.

"What do you mean by no? Everyone desires power." She said, unable to believe that this brat has actually denied or rather gave her a flat no as an answer. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I said no, I don't desire power." Yang Lin repeated himself, adding, "I need power."

His tone as he emphasized the word 'need' was cold, bathed in thick, boundless rage; albeit the wrath was silent. The woman shuddered, her heart skipped a beat at this response. Not want, need.

There was a significant difference between wanting something and needing it. If Yang Lin could see her satisfied smile, he would have entered a trance. She was too enhancing, an uneven mix of cold and warm, deadly and elegant, ruthless and kind.

"Although we had a bumpy start, you remain my apprentice nonetheless. That is my essence running through your meridians; only I can help you invoke its potential to the limit." The woman said, her charming voice echoing through the space.

Yang Lin sneered in his heart, saying, "If you say so." Bumpy start she said, what a way to put it. Whether he liked it or not, as long as he is trapped within her space, he has to comply.

"Don't give me that attitude," The woman said, sighing, she added, "Think about the bright side, without me, you'd have long died alongside that old hag. Never mind avenging her, you wouldn't even have the slither of hope to save your little princess either."

"Not like your mother is gone for good either. All you have to do is reach a specific level in cultivation, and you can revive her. Really, your hate towards me has no grounds, you should be grateful instead." She concluded in a solemn tone as if a matter of fact.

"Grateful? If you had the chance, you would have killed me there and then. Now, that you have lost the chance, and I presume you no longer have the leverage to dispose of me, you want to get on my good side instead." Thought Yang Lin to himself, not saying these words out loud. Instead, he seemed as though he was contemplating, hesitation flashing through his eyes.

Catching his expression, the woman pressed on by saying, "With my guidance, forget about the Military School, you'll establish your own State within fifteen— No, ten years time. You have no idea about how valuable my essence— Primordial Frost, is."

After a moment of silence, Yang Lin nodded and said, "I don't even know your name, while you know everything about me." He doesn't expect her to answer, he just needs to sell out the notion of him building a bridge of trust between the two of them.

Mo Rong wasn't stupid either, she can't take it for granted that he will make amend. If anything, she would make sure that by the time he has the strength to bring back his mother to life, he would still be considerably weaker than herself, or that she had gotten a promotion in ranks. With a rippling chuckle, she said, "How unfilial, just call me Master."

Yang Lin choked on air. Then, he coughed before saying, "Is Master planning to lock me up in here forever? I have a few matters to attend to, you know."

"Tsk, what could be more important than me, your first woman?" She retorted with a tease, enjoying the tinge of embarrassment on the youth's sharp face. With a chuckle of hers, the fog began to dissipate, leaving only her voice in the atmosphere as she said, "I'll reach for you after you've paid Xi Jao's debt, you better not get attached to those pitiful mortals and give me a headache."

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"Where were you? I was so worried." Miss Xi said, almost right after Yang Lin entered the house. Apparently, she sat by the table this whole time, perhaps awaiting his return.

As for why? He couldn't guess. Maybe she was worried about him, but there was that chance she could have been more worried about her family. After all, he is the one shouldering their debt at the moment, it is only natural for the woman to feel restless if he so happened to fade away.

"I took a stroll outside, don't worry, aunt." He said, smiling. "I will head inside first, I'm not going to shower today looking that we didn't work or anything." Yang Lin finished explaining himself, nodding to the woman who replied with a bitter smile, apparently feeling bad about their first encounter still.

Once inside his room, laid back on the bed and in deep thoughts, a weird expression rose on Yang Lin's face.

In front of him, basically on his chest, silently sat the Silver Fox.