Severed Edge True Lord sat high upon the Divine Seat, his face utterly expressionless as his gaze swept through the void and settled on Taichu Peak.
"Cen Feng, are you going first, or am I?"
His voice was as icy as his expression, as if it carried not the slightest ripple of emotion.
The smile on Cen Feng's face held a trace of languidness as he said in an even more bored tone,
"Taichu Peak isn't in a hurry. Do as you please."
He did not even raise his head. His left hand propped against the armrest, supporting his chin, he seemed to be pondering something. The star pearl in his hand danced between his fingers like a nimble little sprite.
Severed Edge said nothing more and looked toward True Monarch Qingshui.
"The deputy peak master of my Cloud Palace Peak will be Thousand Feathers, while Bai Wuchen will serve as chief steward!"
Fang Mo's gaze fell upon Cloud Palace Peak, where he saw two people rise to their feet. He was not at all surprised that Bai Wuchen had been chosen. Whether in strength or capability, Bai Wuchen was more than qualified. However, he did not know Venerable Thousand Feathers.
His gaze shifted from Bai Wuchen and landed on the other person.
This person was young—truly young. He looked far younger than Bai Wuchen, about the same age as Venerable Wonderful Sound. He too wore white robes, but the feeling he gave was completely different from Bai Wuchen's.
Bai Wuchen was refined and otherworldly, as though he did not belong to this mortal realm, possessing the bearing of an immortal. Thousand Feathers, on the other hand, gave people only one impression.
Cold. Bitterly cold!
He was like a block of ice, exuding an icy chill. His aura was extremely