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When they reached the edge of the Sunset Forest, Beiting Huang finally realized how huge the mission issued by the Night Manor was.

In the distance, the lush forest stretched as far as the eye could see. Tents had been set up in the middle of Luobei City, divided into different areas. Flags announced that different areas belonged to different forces.

The Night King’s tent was in the middle. There was a large empty space at the side. Someone was busy setting up the tent. Three flags had already been erected in the middle. They belonged to the Snow Wolf Mercenary Group, the Black Water Mercenary Group, and the Xing Feng Mercenary Group. They were the three top mercenary groups on the continent. There were also the royal warriors of the Raya Empire, some noble families of the empire, the Dragon City Clan, the Su Clan, and other aristocratic families, such as the Mu Clan.

The Beiting Family had also sent people here, but because Luobei City was a subsidiary town of Beiting, they had sent people to assist the Night King.

Yan Ye stood in front of the central tent and looked at the shadow of the full moon in the sky. No one knew what he was thinking. When he heard a commotion, he looked over and saw Beiting Huang and Qin Yu walking side by side. He couldn’t help but frown and reach out his hand to Beiting Huang. “Come here!”

He had only met him three times, but he had already done this twice.

He had only met him three times, but he had already helped him twice.

Beiting Huang could not refuse him. She nodded slightly to Qin Yu and walked towards Yan Ye. Of course, she would not shake his hand. She glanced at his hand, which looked like it was carved from white jade. She felt that this man was naturally noble, elegant, and perfect. “Your Highness!”

Yan Ye glanced at her and turned to enter the tent, followed by Beiting Huang.

The tent was huge. There were tables, chairs, and even a screen and bed. Yan Ye sat down on the main seat and pointed to the chair closest to him for Beiting Huang to sit down.

Beiting Huang could not help but think of Mu Wanyue, who had been thrown aside by the Qiong Qi in the central square of Luobei City a few hours ago. Qiong Qi had said she was not allowed to get within three feet of the Night King.

The chair she was going to sit on was less than three feet away from the Night King.

The Night King picked up a cup of tea and blew on it gently. He was only in his early twenties and was born beautiful and flirtatious. No matter what he did, he was smooth and natural. His appearance was especially pleasing to the eye and it was as if he could see through her thoughts. “Sit. I’ll allow you to approach within three feet of me!”

Beiting Huang stood still and looked at him quietly. He was an exceptionally cold person. His eyebrows were sharp, and his eyes were as cold as snow on a snowy mountain. His purple eyes were beautiful and charming. Beiting Huang heard him gently place the teacup on the table. “You’re very similar to her. Your appearance and personality are very similar. You’re both very stubborn and strong-willed. You’re proud. Even if you don’t have strength, you’re still very arrogant. You’re both so… cute!”

The last word was clearly “cute,” but when it came out of the mouth of a heartless and cold person like Yan Ye, Beiting Huang felt a certain pain. She suddenly raised her head to look at him, and a trace of pain flashed across his eyes. It was so obvious and surprising.

The high and mighty Night King was just a mortal. He would be injured, hurt, and sad.

After saying this, Yan Ye was a little worried. No one was willing to be a person’s incarnation and substitute. He thought that Beiting Huang would be angry, but she took three steps forward firmly and stood in front of him.