In the extreme north of the land lay the Silver Blizzard City!
It was a realm of eternal snow. For thousands of miles in every direction, endless peaks thrust into the sky like white swords, each capped in layers of ice so ancient that even time itself seemed frozen upon them. The cold mist curled around the mountains like wandering spirits, and within this vast, inhospitable wilderness, an awe-inspiring city of crystal ice stood, mysterious and unpredictable, overlooking the mortal world from its lofty, cloud-shrouded throne.
It was not yet daybreak. The sky was still shrouded in darkness when the great bell tolled, deep, resonant, and shaking the icy ridges. Its echoes rolled through the mountains, shattering the stillness of the eternal night.
Pure white birds, startled by the sudden thunder of sound, erupted into the air in flocks like arrows released from heaven's bow, their wings slashing through the shadows. They circled in confusion, crying mournfully in the frigid air, as if protesting the disturbance of the mountain's ancient slumber.
At the heart of the city stood the main hall, its very base carved entirely of pure, transparent ice. Within, the hall gleamed with crystalline brilliance, the walls lined with snow-white bricks polished smooth by generations of care.
Upon the foremost wall hung an enormous portrait. Figures of past generations dressed in white gazed down from it. Their postures varied, but their expressions were the same: cold, proud, merciless.
Their painted eyes seemed alive, suffused with divine arrogance, brimming with killing intent. They appeared as though they ruled over the lives of all beings, able to seize everything under heaven at their whim.
These were the ancestors of Silver Blizzard City, the foundation upon which this frozen empire stood!
The hall itself was so vast that even if hundreds of people dined within it, it would not feel crowded. And yet, in this moment, the boundless space seemed to tremble in anticipation.
At the incense table, an old man clad in white stood silently, his hands clasped behind his back. His hair and beard were snowy, but his body remained as straight as a spear, his chest proud, his presence like a sword drawn but not yet unsheathed. His aura radiated cold sharpness; he seemed less like a man and more like a blade honed for centuries. Though he stood unmoving, one could sense a power coiled within him that could split heaven and earth in two.
Suddenly, the silence was torn apart.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The sound of robes brushing through the air echoed as dozens of figures entered swiftly from all directions. Clad entirely in white, they moved in perfect coordination, each striding straight to their assigned place as if rehearsed countless times before. Despite their number, not a single person collided with another.
When they settled, the air vibrated faintly with a glow of blue lights radiating from their bodies. Nearly a hundred Sky Xuan experts stood silently in unison, and the weight of their combined presence seemed enough to freeze even the breath of heaven!
Then, from afar, came the steady sound of footsteps.
Seven old men, their bearing calm and unhurried, entered one by one. Their feet touched upon the ten-thousand-year mysterious ice, each step measured, each breath steady. When they arrived, they aligned themselves neatly behind the white-haired elder, forming a silent wall of authority.
And then, at the great doorway, a different aura surged.
A man clad in white stood there, his silhouette commanding, his eyes flashing with brilliance. His mere presence filled the entire hall with majesty. He did not need to move; standing there was enough to declare that everything beneath heaven was his domain.
At his side stood a woman, beautiful and graceful, her posture elegant like a swaying willow in the snowstorm. She leaned lightly upon him, her demeanor soft yet noble, her aura refined to the extreme.
The man was the embodiment of an unshakable hero; the woman, the paragon of timeless grace. Together, they were flawless, a pair so harmonious that envy flickered across the eyes of all present.
The moment they appeared, every person in the hall lowered their heads and saluted in unison.
"Welcome, City Master, Mistress! It is our honor to see you!"
"You need not be so polite." The couple smiled faintly, their voices steady, as they walked side by side to the center. Amidst this hall that could seat hundreds, only two chairs existed, thrones reserved for them alone.
The man and woman sat unhurriedly, their composure like gods descending into the mortal world.
They were none other than the lords of Silver Blizzard City: the Heavenly Sword of Ice, Han Zhan Meng, and his wife, the Far Soaring Frost, Xue Shuang Qing.
The elder standing before the incense table lifted his sleeve in a commanding gesture. His voice was cold, echoing through the great hall like the sweep of a blade:
"You have all been summoned here for a matter of grave importance, one that concerns the very future of Silver Blizzard City! Those below the Spirit Xuan realm, step outside at once. Take guard within fifty meters of this hall. If anyone dares approach, kill them without mercy!"
"Yes! We obey Elder's command!" The voices echoed together. A hundred hands cupped in salute, then withdrew in disciplined silence. The vast hall emptied swiftly, leaving fewer than twenty figures behind.
The sudden spaciousness made the atmosphere even heavier, the air colder.
Han Zhan Meng, seated with a faint smile, narrowed his eyes at the elder. "Does this matter concern Tian Xiang City? Otherwise, Elder Xiao Xing Yun would not take such... extraordinary precautions."
Elder Xiao Xing Yun clasped his hands and bowed slightly. His tone carried solemn weight.
"It is just as the City Master has guessed. News has come from Tian Xiang City. The Third Elder has sent a report, urgent enough that one of our snow eagles flew through the night without rest to deliver it."
From within his sleeve, he produced a roll of parchment, sealed with frost. With reverent hands, he presented it forward.
Han Zhan Meng took the snow-white parchment with a flick of his wrist, his fingers steady as winter stone.
Xue Shuang Qing leaned in at his side like a pale moon tilting toward a star; together they scanned the words. Curiosity drew the corners of their mouths into faint smiles at first, but as each line sank in, the cheer drained from their faces and the air between them darkened.
Xue Shuang Qing's bloom of a face paled; worry edged the fragile smile away. Her hand found Han Zhan Meng's sleeve and tightened, an instinctive warning. Han Zhan Meng's eyes closed for a heartbeat, the fine lines at their corners deepening as he breathed in the cold, bitter truth.
"Read it aloud," He said softly, and the elder obliged.
The parchment's contents spread through the hall like frostbite.
"The Solitary Falcon has submitted to a mysterious master and is now watching over the Jun Family. He has severely injured the Sixth Elder... One of the mysterious master's followers grievously harmed Feng Wu and took away the Sixth Elder's Soul-Replenishing Jade. None could resist him... The mysterious master has taken a fancy to Jun Mo Xie and warned them not to act against the Jun Family or suffer his wrath."
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