Chapter 813 A Pampered Lady?
Davis took a deep breath, "However, your method is the correct one for this world, Isabella. In truth, you have opened my eyes a little while ago."
"Davis..." Princess Isabella became heartened.
If it weren’t for the place, with the intimate relationship they shared, she would’ve already wanted to be embraced and caressed by him.
While they quickly exchanged a few soul transmission in a few seconds, Natalya waited for her opponent to make a move.
Once the pleasantries were exchanged, the battle would start! Even the referee had given the go!
However, Tanya Frostblight suddenly raised her head as if she was asking a question, "Are you also a poison cultivator? If so, is that man known as Alchemist Davis Loret also a poison cultivator?"
Natalya became taken aback again. She felt that she shouldn’t answer questions like these as she felt that she would slip up the whole fake background set up by her man, but she felt that she could at least clear this misunderstanding.
She shook her head, "I’m not, and my husband is also not a poison cultivator."
"What!?"
"Isn’t he afraid that he would be poisoned one day when their opinions don’t match in a simple quarrel!?"
"There is a man with such gall, and he isn’t a poison cultivator? Is he crazy?"
Numerous exclamation rang out, and hearing their questions, Evelynn wanted to shout out that she wouldn’t do such a thing!
But she knew that if she did, the image that she is a vile, poisonous woman might dissolve, and they might start to target her again, whether for obtaining her as a woman or taking her hostage to target Davis, it didn’t matter to her.
She just wanted to disappear from their eyes and only wanted to become the apple of his eye.
She glanced at Davis to see his reaction, but he was unfazed and indifferent.
However, Davis inclined his head and suddenly smiled at her.
Evelynn looked away and directed her gaze towards the people, but her gaze became devilish, causing all the people who glanced at her to shut up.
"Hey, hey... We’re in the midst of discussing! Where is the need for us to instantly fight?" Tanya Frostblight echoed before she let go of her sword.
Sounds of shattering rang out!
Within the snowy atmosphere, the ice sword danced like a fish in the water, and slashed numerous times, instantly shattering the stream of icicles that came at her.
Tanya Frostblight possessed a curve on her lips, but it looked as if she was annoyed. She looked at the approaching Natalya and gained distance instead. Her speed was higher, so she had Natalya following around, trying to catch up to her all the while defending against the stream of icicles shot at her without rest.
Natalya clenched her teeth and stopped following, "Fight me!"
She bellowed, but a peal of laughter came in response.
"It’s useless!" Tanya Frostblight shook her head, causing Natalya to be confused.
"The Falling Snow Sect is overly silent and tame that I’m about to go crazy! Most of the disciples there keep their cool and act aloof, so I don’t get to speak much at all!"
"The ones who at least talk a bit don’t approach me since I’m a top disciple, even greater than core disciples, so since I’m out of the sect, finally, I will use this opportunity to have my long-awaited conversation and leave the world with the mark of my name!"
Natalya’s eyes twitched as she became flabbergasted at her words.
’Don’t tell me I’m battling with a sheltered young mistress?’
She mused and couldn’t help but think that the other party was also once like her, being a pampered lady who hadn’t seen the world yet. She was the same, but at least she had a little bit of experience in being tossed around helplessly.
She couldn’t help but voice out, "What’s your age?"
Tanya Frostblight’s eyes lit up at the prospect of her desired conversation, "Late forties, how about you?"
Natalya became once again flabbergasted. There was no way a forty-year-old would be this naive, but she suddenly recalled how sect life was described in books.
"Don’t tell me you spent most of your life in a cultivation chamber or cave!?"
"That’s right!" Tanya Frostblight looked aggrieved, "My family lied to me!"
"The moment I entered the Falling Snow Sect at sixteen, it was as if all colors were taken away from me. There was only the calm and serene white that filled the entire sect! It’s a snowy nightmare!"
"Tanya Frostblight, watch your words. You make it sound like the Falling Snow Sect treated you badly..." Elder Enye, who was hovering the skies, wryly interrupted.
"Hmph! You are all too boring! I want to return to my Frostblight Family and roam the world!" Tanya Frostblight fumed.