"Hahaha!" A burst of clear laughter sounded in front of the palace gate without restraint. Beiting Huang suddenly took a step forward. Her long robe and long hair fluttered in the night wind. The silver mask on her face emitted a cold light that was so piercing that one could not open their eyes. Her cold and quiet eyes swept across the grandchild of the Beiting family with disdain as she said sarcastically, "Your Highness, your question is very interesting. I'm young and haven't seen the glory of the Night King back then. I believe Your Highness will never forget the years when you fought with him for glory. Why don't you judge me? How is my talent compated to the Night King?"
Beiting Huang's smile was always so arrogant and wanton, making his opponent hate him to the core!
