Qing Province, Golden Crow Mountain Range, Golden Sun Peak.
Xia Qingxue strode purposefully toward a grand palace. A frosty expression covered her pretty face, and the chill she radiated made the surrounding disciples keep their distance.
"So scary. Who managed to piss off the Young Ancestor?"
"We hardly ever see Her Ladyship. Who could have possibly provoked her?"
Around the corner of the great hall, two Golden Crow Sect disciples huddled together, whispering.
Suddenly, they felt a bone-deep chill wash over them. Looking up, they saw Xia Qingxue watching them coldly, her gaze utterly devoid of expression, as if she were looking at dead men.
The two felt their scalps go numb. They immediately prostrated themselves in terror, saying, "Greetings, Young Ancestor."
"Hmph!" A cold snort escaped Xia Qingxue's delicate nose. She then swept past the two and headed for the main hall.
