The cold wind howled, and goose-feather snow drifted down from overhead. Heaven and earth were wrapped in silver, yet Master Yun He's robes remained spotless; not a single snowflake could fall upon him.
Time slowly flowed by. Aside from the sound of wind and snow, the surrounding area could be called utterly silent, yet Master Yun He showed not the slightest impatience on his face. He waited where he was, respectful and deferential.
Who knew how long had passed before an elderly man's sigh pierced through the wind and snow and entered his ears. "Yun He, did I not already instruct you that, unless there was an important matter, you were not to disturb me? Have you forgotten everything I said?"
That voice was calm and even, without the slightest trace of anger or heat, yet when Master Yun He heard it, his expression turned extremely ugly. His originally ruddy complexion paled at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Grandmaster, please forgive this offense. This disciple was not so bold as to dare violate your decree. It is just that there truly is an important matter requiring Grandmaster's wisdom to decide. The few of us alone cannot make the call."
"To hear you speak so outrageously, could it be that our sect is facing the calamity of extermination?" The voice came through the wind and snow once more.
"Grandmaster's words are too grave. Our sect is not suffering any calamity, but this matter concerns who the leader of the Immortal Dao Alliance will belong to." Master Yun He sighed as he spoke.
"The Immortal Dao Alliance? Did you few not already have a plan in mind? Yet now you are in such a fluster. Could there have been some new change?" The person within the valley sounded neither sorrowful