The Yang Residence, rear courtyard.
The figure was slender and graceful, her bearing cool and aloof, her face exquisitely beautiful, like an immortal maiden from a frozen palace who had stepped out of a painting.
Morning light fell over her, spreading a faint, clear radiance around her.
Her plain white dress stirred gently in the breeze, untouched by the smoke and bustle of mortal life. She seemed utterly out of place in this worldly courtyard, yet her beauty made it impossible to look away.
Still holding half an unfinished meat bun, Yang Jing stared blankly at the stunning woman standing outside the courtyard gate. He froze where he stood, unable to hide the astonishment in his eyes.
He had never imagined that the woman appearing at his home now, possessed of such peerless grace, would be his own master.
The woman before him was none other than Bai Bing, the Lingxi Peak Master of the Profound Truth Sect.
Throughout the Jintai Prefecture Martial World, everyone knew the Lingxi Peak Master's name. Her cultivation was profound and her beauty peerless, but her temperament was cold and distant. Within the sect, she was famously known as the iceberg Peak Master.
Yang Jing had joined Lingxi Peak years ago. Bai Bing had personally guided him in his techniques and taught him cultivation methods, and master and disciple had spent considerable time together.
After his brief daze, delighted surprise surged through Yang Jing. He hurriedly set the remaining half of his bun on the small table beside him and strode toward the courtyard gate.
The exhaustion of fighting and maneuvering alone outside the night before vanished the instant he saw his master.
Bai Bing stood at the courtyard gate, straight and graceful as a winter plum blooming in the snow, her gaze resting on