"It's so cold!"
Startled, he wrapped his arms around himself instinctively, shivering as he muttered, "What kind of ghostly weather is this? It's colder than my Boulevard Mountains!"
The Caldwell Family had lived on Boulevard Mountains for years, used to the harsh cold climate.
Yet this sudden chill still covered him in goosebumps.
"Quick, get some clothes for the Young Master!" A Caldwell servant hurriedly turned back, scolding the people behind him.
"Understood!"
A martial artist, who originally belonged to the Young Family but had defected to the Caldwell Family, immediately walked towards the door.
But as he took the first step!
He suddenly froze in place.
"How dare you slack off in matters concerning the Young Master!" The Caldwell attendant was somewhat displeased.
