Chapter 117 (1/2)

“How were you able to contract two beasts?” Li Mingyu stared at Claire incredulously.

“It just happened,” she shrugged. She dispersed her flame sword, then turned pick up the Azure Ripple blade that she had casually thrown away just a moment ago. Surveying the area, she raised a brow. “Wow, so poor you only use candles as lights.”

Li Yuewen instantly turned furious.

“Cousin, when are you going to change your impulsive attitude?” Claire turned and grinned at Li Yuewen, then added, “It’s just money, you can make it whenever.”

“Easier said than done. Nobody in the Li clan is talented at commerce. Even if there were, it would be futile. The Feng clan has practically monopolies of everything! Eighty percent of all industries are under the Feng clan,” Li Yuewen said, somewhat vexed.

“Really?” Claire stroked her chin, blinking as she said, “So what? Just because you don’t have the talent for commerce doesn’t mean I don’t.” Claire said meaningfully.

An inexplicable gleam flashed through Jean’s eyes. Was Miss planning on finding Feng Yixuan for help? But he quickly dismissed the thought. With Miss’s personality, she definitely would not do that. Then, what exactly was Miss thinking?

“I’m going to sleep first. I’m tired to death. Cousin Yuewen, Cousin Mingyu, good night. I’ll deal with everything else once I’m rested.” Claire stored the Azure Ripple blade back into her interspatial ring, then turned away and headed towards her bedroom. Jean silently followed her from behind.

Inside the main hall, only the Li siblings were left. They glanced at each other.

“Elder brother, do you think that brat can really change our current situation?” Li Yuewen said softly. She bit her lip.

“I only know that a storm is coming,” Li Mingyu said with a solemn expression.

The east was gradually brightening. Claire was in deep sleep.

Black Feather and White Feather were on Claire’s pillow, one on the left, one on the right.

Swoosh…

Hair white as snow, eyes like the moon.

White Emperor’s true form appeared, his expression cold. His handsome face was entirely cold as he stared icily at Black Feather.

Black Feather flapped his wings.

Swoosh…

Hair black as ebony, eyes like the night.

A man clad in black emerged. His handsome face carried a trace of arrogance, as beautiful as a masterful painting. He glared coldly towards White Emperor.

White Emperor waved his finger. Claire’s fluttering eyelashes stilled. Once again, she was in deep slumber.

“It’s been a long time since we last saw each other.” Black Feather smiled icily, his cocky attitude distinct in his provoking tone.

White Emperor was silent, still staring at Black Feather coldly.

“Don’t look at me like that. Lucky for you, we have the same contractor at the moment, although the little girl is a bit weak currently,” Black Feather laughed coldly as he watched the sleeping Claire. “I never expected you would have chosen such a weak little girl as your contractor.”

“Didn’t you also choose her?” White Emperor said coldly.

“As long as you want something, I want it too!” Black Feather smiled madly.

“And you ended up being restricted by the girl,” White Emperor said coldly, his mocking tone clear.

Sure enough, Black Feather’s expression changed. Anger and a wild look passed through his eyes. “Not for long.”

“Yes, not for long. But whether or not you become the master, or the little girl you speak of becomes our master remains undecided.” White Emperor coldly watched Black Feather’s expression change.

Black Feather frowned. “I really am curious whether or not she can truly become my master!”

“Then wait and see.” White Emperor nodded likely. Watching the deep asleep Claire, an ineffable gleam flashed through his eyes. He reached out and stroked Claire’s face gently.

“What, do you feel something for this little girl?” Black Feather watched White Emperor with ridicule in his eyes.

“You really think she’s a little girl?” White Emperor didn’t look up, still looking deeply into Claire’s face.

Black Feather’s expression changed once more. He also lowered his head to look at Claire, saying in a low voice, “This body’s soul is beautiful. And her original form is actually doubly black, black hair and black eyes!”

White Emperor was silent, acknowledging Black Feather’s words.

“Is this why the god of Darkness shamelessly took a liking to her? And marked her?” Black Feather grabbed Claire’s right hand roughly.

“No. If it were only this, the god of Darkness wouldn’t have chosen her,” White Emperor shook his head.

Black Feather pulled off the glove on Claire’s right hand, asking as he stared at the black mark, “Then why?” In any case, the current owner of the body was his contractor. Of course he had to understand clearly.

“She is the perfect union of darkness and light, evil and righteousness,” White Emperor said solemnly looking at Claire’s peaceful face.