The contradiction had undoubtedly intensified to its utmost.
The Divine Emperor Yong Feng showed no regard for any kind of familial affection and pursued his course alone.
Perhaps, through the millions of years, his sense of kinship had already grown indifferent.
All he thought about was how to maximize benefits and strengthen the Ice Clan.
The dual identities of Meng Anchi as the Clan Leader and a prospective Divine Emperor determined his crucial importance; there could be no slip-ups.
For this reason, what did it matter to forsake an Emperor Daughter, a branch of a million people?
As long as it satisfied Xiao Chen, as long as Xiao Chen was willing to take action to save the Clan Leader, everything was worth it.
Mu Beixuan looked at the scene unfolding before him with what seemed to be a hint of reluctance in his heart.
But, after all, he was an outsider. It was not his place to interfere in the internal affairs of the Ice Clan, so he could only sigh heavily.