"One must try to know!"
Ye Xuan's gaze was resolute, treating Clear Cold as if she did not exist.
"Hoo..."
Ye Xuan's body suddenly shook, flying rapidly towards the distance.
At this moment, within Clear Cold's heart, fury had long taken hold. Her face was steely, and looking at Ye Xuan, there was an added dimension of resentment in her eyes.
As the prodigy of Jade Cold Palace, Clear Cold was born amid countless praises and commendations. She had always been diligent and committed to cultivation, reaching the Human Emperor Realm by her early thirties—a talent so rare that even across the world of cultivators, few could equal her.
And those evolvers who achieved their evolution via devouring treasure medicines were utterly insignificant in Clear Cold's eyes.
Clear Cold was truly a chosen one. She was a pure Westerner, with golden hair and blue eyes, yet she had always followed the Jade Cold Palace Master for cultivation.
