"Hah... hah..." Rong Taotao was panting heavily. He raised an arm to the back of his head as layers of frost spread out, freezing the wound there.
The woman before him, however, didn't seem to care about his attempts to save himself.
She just stood in place, silently watching Rong Taotao. Her clear, cold voice was devoid of any human warmth. "I've heard your story, champion."
Rong Taotao blinked hard and shook his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts. "Who... are you?"
But the woman seemed not to have heard his question, continuing as if talking to herself. "You look like an Arrogant little brat. Quite interesting."
She might have said that, but Rong Taotao couldn't detect the slightest hint of interest in her tone. It was more like someone looking down on him from on high, scrutinizing him, as if deciding his fate.
A faint breeze rustled her snow-white robes, lifting the edge of her hood ever so slightly.
