Black Bellied Belle: Demon Lord, Bite The Bait Please

Chapter 280.1: I Have Never Believed in Fate

Qing Lan Fei stirred awake from unconsciousness, feeling a little dazed as her eyes blinked groggily, her vision slowly clearing up.

She tried to move her arm, and felt a wave of heavy weakness wash over her, causing her to crease up her brows. She turned her gaze to look down slowly and that was when she discovered that both her hands and legs have been tied up by a single thick chain.

She found herself in a cave filled with sharp icicles all around and it was only when she woke up that she discovered how low the temperature in there was. The chill was visible in the air as a mist and the ground was covered in a layer of frost.

Where is this place?

Qing Lan Fei summoned up her spirit powers in an attempt to break free from the bindings on her hands but found that she could not feel the slightest ripple of spirit energy in her body, and was so weak there wasn’t the slightest bit of strength left in her.

Her face immediately turned pale and panic crept into her heart. Her struggling shifted the chains that bound her limbs which brought about a bout of dull clinking.

“You’re awake.”

Upon hearing that familiar sound, Qing Lan Fei’s body stiffened, and she raised her head up slowly.

Though they have not met for a few hundred years, the face of the person before her had not changed in the slightest, emitting an icy cold aura, distant and unapproachable.

Her head of silvery hair lay draped over his shoulders unbound, except for an ice blue ornament worn over her forehead, giving off the feeling as if her entire person gave off a cold and aloof glow.

Her complexion that was so fair it almost seemed translucent, and that exquisitely cold and beautiful countenance seemed to be almost frozen in time, never to age.

Five hundred years ago, this person had looked like this, and five hundred years later now, her countenance had not changed at all. Even Qing Lan Fei did not know how old the woman really was.

Qing Lan Fei watched the person before her quietly, and it was after a long while that she moved her lips to call out slowly: “Master…..”

That’s right. This person was her Master.

The person who discovered that she possessed the Flame element, the one who took her away from the Divine Temple for ten whole years.

The woman was extremely beautiful, like a high and mighty celestial being who must not be profaned, the graceful arc of her chin lifted, with cold and arrogant nobility.

“Lan Fei, I’ve said before….. that you will still come back here in the end.”

Incongruous dissonant to the woman’s flawless countenance, was that croaky and grating voice like that of an old woman in her seventies or eighties who had weathered through the hard scouring vestiges of life, her heart like still water, impossible to stir up a single ripple.

It seemed she was born to be so cold and aloof, her demeanor exactly the same towards anyone and everyone.

But what could not be denied was that she was with Qing Lan Fei for a whole ten years, and she had not ceased contact with Qing Lan Fei after the girl left, so to her, Qing Lan Fei was not just merely someone who called her Master, but more like her very own child.