Duan Shenli's entire body shuddered.
The five junior brothers behind him were also stunned.
The voice that came through was unmistakably a woman's, yet it carried an undeniable authority that could not be resisted.
This feeling was something they only experienced when facing the Sect Master.
Oppressive, making one tense.
It was the sort of authority that one only possesses when in a high position.
Ice cannot form three feet deep overnight; such an authority usually comes only with a long tenure at the top.
Everyone held their breath, looking towards the entrance of the main hall.
An absolutely beautiful and pure white figure emerged, walking out calmly and gracefully.
Each step seemed measured.
Unhurried and poised, neither humble nor overbearing.
Long silver-white hair cascaded over her shoulders.
A white robe, white shoes, white pants...
Even her skin was white.
If not for her eyes dark as ink, she would be indistinguishable from a snow sculpture.
