A year passed in the blink of an eye with the ending of spring and the coming of winter.
Above Planet Scarlet Snow, a black vortex appeared suddenly before a black-haired youth walked out of the teleporting vortex slowly. His face was dull, and a pure, icy, blue flame was burning from his right hand slowly.
Shh shh shh!
Three waves of crispy noises could be heard consecutively before the figures of three elders appeared in front of the youth.
"Carthage, was the incident with the Imperial Commodity Sect your doing?!" Second Elder asked in a deep voice with an unkind expression on his face.
Carthage's expression remained calm, a hint of surprise could be seen on his face faintly.
"Second Elder, what are you saying? What does the incident with the Imperial Commodity Sect have to do with me? I was determined in refining my Ice Dragonflame. I haven't taken a step out of my territory."