The freezing midnight wind gradually settled, leaving a tense, unresolved silence hovering over the courtyard of the Cloud-Mist Pavilion. Princess Selene Tian stared at Tony Clark for a long, moment, her violet galaxy eyes swirling with lingering doubt. She was the pristine daughter of the highest heaven; her intellect refused to let her submit entirely based on a single warning.
She gave him a cold, calculating look, adjusted her white silken gown, and retreated back into the mountain mist without signing a definitive pact, choosing to let the grand arena of the upcoming morning determine if this mysterious-archer was a true cosmic savior or a dangerous fraud.
