(This chapter has been modified in terms of realm. Those who have read this chapter may want to look back.)
Outside the Whirlwind Abyss.
Cold Blood Cliff stared in a daze at the Whirlwind Abyss, her face pale, appearing lost and forlorn.
More than a thousand soldiers went down, yet not a single one came up. One might say none survived because after the last wave went down, she distinctly heard the screams coming from inside, tragic and shrill, filled with the terror and despair of death.
Could it be that my daughter, Blood Condensation Frost, has also perished like those soldiers?
Thinking of this, Cold Blood Cliff's delicate body trembled, her face showing signs of grief. The Ancient Continent is a matriarchal society, with women revered and mostly inheriting positions of power, and Blood Blade City is no exception. The future heir to the position of city lord is determined to be Blood Condensation Frost, simply because she's her only daughter.
