Yan Xuehen’s white clothes fluttered. Her expression was cold, but unlike Chu Chuyan’s cold eyes, there was an awe-imposing and dignified aura emanating from her expression. It was likely the prestige she had gained from managing a top level sect for so long.

  The temperature of the entire room dropped many degrees with her arrival. Zu An’s first reaction was to think that Chu Chuyan had been pretty cold back then too, but her insides had been quite warm. He wondered if it was the sa..