She doesn't treat everyone the same.
When she talks to Qilin Divine Lord Soren Lann, she's intimate and relaxed.
But when she talks to others, there's a trace of reserve and distance.
To her, Qilin Divine Lord Soren Lann is the special one.
They share hundreds of years of deep affection and loyalty.
And with Soren Lann's looks and status, how could he ever compare?
Sean Shaw lowered his gaze, fists clenched tight inside his sleeves.
......
They entered the Southern Xuan Imperial Palace without a hitch.
And right away, they saw the Heavenly Moon Empress, alive and stunning, standing there waiting for them.
When she saw High Immortal Clearpool, her emotions clearly surged—her eyes reddened as she struggled to keep herself together.
Clearpool wore the classic betrayed look and turned to Divine Lady Lucia, whom he trusted: "Didn't you say she was dying?"
Lucia Lu had never pulled a stunt like this in her life, so she shot a resentful look at Sean Shaw.
But Sean just kept a blank face, like none of this had anything to do with him.
She sent Sean a voice transmission: "Say something! This was your idea!"
Sean Shaw stood there calmly and replied via voice transmission, "Stay calm."
Lucia Lu: "..."
Where did he even get the nerve to tell her to 'stay calm'?
Seeing Lucia Lu and Sean Shaw exchanging glances and still not answering, Clearpool turned to leave.
But the Heavenly Moon Empress suddenly teleported in front of him, blocking his way. "I told them to find you," she said.
Clearpool asked coldly, "What are Your Majesty's orders?"
But the Heavenly Moon Empress just smiled, "So, you were tricked into coming here?"
Clearpool said nothing and tried to slip past her, heading for the exit.
Then, Empress Seraphine suddenly threw herself into his arms.
Even several meters away, Lucia Lu could feel Clearpool's shock and violent struggle.
"Clearpool, don't go," Seraphine pleaded. "If you could be tricked into coming, it means you still care about me."
Clearpool shoved her away.
But she grabbed his hand, "Don't go..."
Clearpool's breathing grew ragged, his eyes flashing with that wild, bloodthirsty look unique to the Celestial Wolf clan, faintly red.
"I know my father killed yours. I have no right to say anything, but... I—"
Clearpool suddenly flung her off.
Then, in a harsh voice, he said, "Since you know we're mortal enemies, why did you call me here? So I could kill you?"
"Go ahead! If killing me will ease your hatred," Seraphine suddenly summoned an immortal sword and pressed it into his hand. "I'm willing to die by your hand! Do it!"
Clearpool threw the sword to the ground in fury and tried to cast a spell to escape.
But Seraphine used magic to hold him back. "Why should our parents' feud continue with us? Your father is gone, mine too! Let's forget all that and start over, okay? I promise—with my life—to make it up to you, to treat you well!"
For an imperial ruler, acting like this was truly undignified and pitiful.
But Clearpool ruthlessly struck her away again, trying to escape.
"If you dare leave, I'll die right here!" Seraphine suddenly cried.
The glow of Clearpool's escape spell gradually faded. In the end, he didn't leave.
"Clearpool!" Seraphine wept, begging. "Don't go, stay—please?"
Seeing her like this, a flash of pain crossed Clearpool's eyes.
He asked quietly, "Your Majesty, do you know...
...who my mother was?"
Seraphine froze. "Your mother? What—was it your mother who forbade us to be together?"