She glanced at Lynn, who was earnestly feeding her porridge, and froze for a moment.
Then, just as Lynn's gaze turned toward her, she quickly jerked her head to the side.
Her eyes widened.
Wisps of white steam suddenly rose from her head, and her mind buzzed.
Eh...
So...
Was it because he cared for his master that he took such good care of her whenever she fell ill...
Eh...
It was the first time she heard her disciple express such concern in his heart...
Lost in thought.
"Master, why did your face suddenly turn red?" Lynn asked, bewildered.
Nanako jolted, quickly snapping back to reality, her large eyes wide as she said, "It... it's not red at all! Master wants to eat porridge now! Don't say such strange things! Feed... feed me!"
Damn it! Nanako, don't let your imagination run wild.
It's just a disciple's concern for his master!
It's filial piety! Filial piety!
It's definitely not that kind of weird thought!
Hmph! It's not!
...
Soon, night fell.
Lynn sat at the table with a lit candle, holding a quill pen, intently focused on the notebook in his hand.
Scratch scratch scratch—
Scratch scratch scratch—
His quill moved as if divinely guided, writing magical formulas one after another in the notebook at a dazzling speed.
If any other mage were present to witness this scene, they would undoubtedly be astounded.
The rigorous calculations and complex derivations flowed from his hand as easily as elementary school mathematics.
After a while,
Lynn took a deep breath and picked up the notebook with satisfaction, saying:
"This should do it. Although my loli master is only a city-breaker level mage, with this meditation technique I've specially modified for her, even king-level spells shouldn't be beyond her reach..."
One could faintly see the title "Ice Sorrow Meditation" written on the notebook's cover page.
Then, Lynn's lips curled into a smile.
He had already thought through the specific method.
Teaching others while concealing one's identity - this trick had been overused in cultivation novels from his previous life!
Even though this was reality.
It could still be put to use!
He just needed to pretend to be some great being, then drag his loli master into it, saying she had won the grand prize in a lottery and gained his protection - wouldn't that work perfectly?
In cultivation novels, weren't protagonists always accidentally stumbling into some high-energy realm?
And then coincidentally gaining the favor of some ancient expert?
He could use that same trick!
Lynn's lips curled into a smirk.
He could hardly wait to see his loli master's expression of reverence when she encountered him.
So then...
First, to find a suitable location.
Thinking this, Lynn raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.
Click—
In the next moment, Lynn's body vanished from the spot.
...
Meanwhile.
In the Ice Plane.
Within an ancient snow-covered palace.
The mighty Ice Lord, ruler of the Ice Plane, great sovereign of storm and frost, sat contentedly upon his ancient throne, surveying his domain with satisfaction.
His name was Amon, an ancient and powerful ice dragon.
Since the God War a thousand years ago, he had fled through countless planes of the Abyss.
And finally became the true ruler of this place.
"Ah, life!" the frost dragon smacked his lips, gazing contentedly at the endless snowstorm.
"This is how it should be - relaxed and comfortable. If it weren't for some unavoidable circumstances, who would willingly choose to be someone else's bootlicker?"
He laughed heartily, thoroughly pleased with the palace he had spent a full thousand years building.
Look at these towering pillars!
Look at this sturdy throne!
Look at this endless snowy vista!
Only such a palace was worthy of his current noble status!
Then he recalled those shameful memories from over a thousand years ago, remembering that detestable figure whose boots he had to lick daily.
Yes!
Even dragons...
Have memories they'd rather forget.
But he wasn't just any dragon - he was one of the Dragon Regent's mounts, the most capable part-time administrator and royal relative to the young emperor!
Back then,
He had relied on his unrivaled boot-licking skills to stand out among countless dragons and successfully rise to power.
But who knew that less than five hundred years later.
That Dragon Regent would gather the forces of the entire continent, intending to challenge the gods head-on.
Anyone could see that such a battle was impossible to win!
So.
When that great war was clearly heading toward defeat, he made his decisive escape.
Running without looking back.
And then spent a full thousand years laying low here!
Dragon Amon's lips curled into a smile as he said, "Now this is true wisdom!"
Of course, he hadn't been the first to discover this plane.
He had found it by chance while traveling with the Regent during their tours.
And as the Regent's number one bootlicker, just seeing that the Regent seemed to like this place, he immediately proposed building a palace here.
For the Regent to visit when bored.
And to swindle some funds along the way.
"Hahahahaha!" Dragon Amon laughed loudly. "What a shame! Such a wonderful place, and you old fool will never see it. This place is only fit for the great Lord Amon to enjoy!"
"It wasn't in vain that I spent a full thousand years completing this epic wonder!"
He laughed arrogantly, thoroughly enjoying himself.
But at that very moment.
Crack—
A thunderous sound.
In the middle of the palace hall, space suddenly rippled.
The next moment, the figure of a young man appeared in the empty hall.
An intruder?!
Amon jolted.
He suddenly turned his head, spreading his massive wings, his gaze instantly falling on the figure that had suddenly appeared in the hall, snarling:
"Who dares intrude upon Amon's domain?!"
Roar—
His huge wings spread wide as he instantly flew over, his enormous body landing before the young man.
Boom—
Endless snow and ice flew up.
Lynn stood there with deadpan eyes, looked around, and then his gaze fell upon the massive and fierce dragon.
Lynn was stunned.
Something looked familiar.
Amon coldly surveyed the suddenly appeared human before him, examining him up and down.
A human?
Interesting.
He doesn't seem like an assassin sent by the gods to eliminate me.
Perhaps a Planar Ranger? Indeed, many powerful human god-mages enjoy traveling between planes.
Or maybe a lost one?
That's quite possible too.
Every year, many beings from the main world accidentally enter spatial rifts and get transported to various planes.
But regardless...
His face twisted into a cold smile.
Now that you're here, you're at my mercy.
The great Amon hasn't had fresh meat in a long time, hehe...
But just then.
"Little Ai? Is that you, Little Ai?" Lynn asked in surprise.
Instantly.
Even the fierce wind seemed to freeze.
Dragon Amon's smile instantly froze on his face.
This name is...
This absolutely infuriating name is...
Lynn carefully examined him, then his eyes lit up as they fell on the collar around the dragon's neck.
Though somewhat worn.
He could still clearly see the words he had personally carved there long ago.
[Lynn's Exclusive Mount: Cute Little Ai]
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