The air rippled violently, and a fierce gust of wind swept through the courtyard.
Dust rose, robes fluttered, and several disciples were forced to shield their eyes.
When the wind finally calmed, a single figure stood in the air, her violet robes billowing with divine authority.
She was stunning—long raven hair cascading like silk, eyes as sharp as a blade, and an expression that carried both elegance and dread.
Her beauty was unmatched, but so was the fear she commanded.
A heavy silence descended on the crowd as every gaze locked onto her.
Even the bravest of elders lowered their heads in respect.
Then came the whispers—quiet, fearful, and full of awe.
"Th-that's Elder Iris…" one disciple stammered. "The Head of the Law Enforcement Pavilion!"
"I heard she once fought the Sect Master to a draw!" another murmured. "And that she nearly crippled him before the elders intervened…"
