In the Hall of the Human Emperor, she staked the …

The dome of the Human Emperor Hall soared so high it was daunting. Candlelight gilded Isolde Nightingale's white hair with a pale golden glow. Twenty-three-year-old Cassian Vex stood inside the hall, feeling like prey under the scrutiny of a female dragon. The leader of the human race, a half-step to Great Emperor, was born with golden pupils—it was said no one could lie under her gaze. He had no idea why she had suddenly summoned the only male disciple of the White Snow Pavilion, but he vaguely sensed this was about far more than his cultivation at the Unity Realm. He had two mothers who had reached the divine realm, and what Isolde Nightingale needed was precisely the profound yang energy within him that could help women break through their bottlenecks. Whether this was a deal or a trap, for the moment, no one could tell.