On that night, the heavenly workings were causing dramatic transformations. The wind kept picking up, thunder boomed, and lightning illuminated the darkness. Rumbling shook the immortal palace, reaching the ears of everyone, including Sir Vilespirit, who was playing the role of Gongsun Qingmu in the Scourgebolt Palace.1

Lightning illuminated the hall in which he stood as Sir Star Ring stepped out thin air in the guise of Fourth True Monarch. Instantly, killing intent surged within him, all as a frigid coldness swept out, enveloping the hall in winter. Snowflakes drifted everywhere, and ice crystals began to build up inside Sir Vilespirit, filling his body and threatening to wipe out his consciousness.0

“Stay? Or go?” Sir Star Ring said calmly. “Do you really want to be my enemy? Or will you join me? You already accomplished your goal, haven’t you? So what is your decision??”1

His clearly enunciated words turned into swords of ice, filled with the might of order. And all were pointed at Sir Vilespirit. Ice chains clinked into being, sweeping through the hall to become a mysterious spell formation, pulsing with brilliant mightiness.0

Sir Vilespirit slowly looked up at the figure standing in front of him. He smiled a very wicked smile.0

“What exactly did my old nemesis Zhou Zhengli say to you, oh exalted one? He understands me better than anyone. In truth, ever since leaving Young Aurora Hall, I’ve just been waiting for you to come. As for my decision....”0

He lifted his hand, within which appeared a jade medallion....0