An Mo finally stepped back into the Beast World, the familiar icy wind brushing against his face as he walked along the snow-covered path toward the courtyard.
His golden hair swayed behind him as he stuffed both hands into his sleeves, muttering to himself with an annoyed expression.
"Why did Xuan Long come back so soon?" He clicked his tongue in deep irritation. "I thought he would stay in the Teng Clan for at least another week."
A moment later, he suddenly shivered as the icy wind blew past.
"…No, no." He quickly flipped his long golden hair over his shoulder and straightened his back proudly. "So what? What can he even do to me? I am not weaker than him!"
His supreme confidence lasted for exactly three seconds.
Then, he let out a long, helpless sigh. "He really poured cold water over my perfect plan. It would have been much better if everything had already been done before he returned. But no… he just had to come back so early."
