Frostmoon Cold Isle.
Jia Yingxia listened to Bai Yue's report with her eyes closed. Bai Yue's expression was as cold as frost, even before her own revered teacher. Her title, "Ice Woman," resounded throughout the Federation, and she was Jia Yingxia's designated successor. Over the years, she had been required to take part in all manner of deliberations. To train her, Jia Yingxia had granted her considerable authority. She had lived up to those expectations, earning widespread praise for her decisiveness.
With skin like snow and a lovely face like ice, her cold eyes always made people shrink back, leaving them little desire to draw close.
Jia Yingxia felt rather helpless about this. Bai Yue had grown up by her side, yet in this one respect, she was her complete opposite.
"The incident in Zhaerqian has seriously damaged our reputation and disrupted preparations for the summit. Some of the smaller factions have grown much more hesitant. We must strike back forcefully. Our investigation indicates that [Heavenly Pattern], Faya, and the Desert Camp were behind this."
Her expression unchanged, Bai Yue continued her report. "Tang Hanpei has already dispatched a delegation to attend the summit, but they are secretly contacting certain people on the [Black Line Star Ranking]."
"Heh." Jia Yingxia opened her eyes and chuckled. "Tang Hanpei is a deep schemer with far-reaching ambitions. Had Song Chengyan not died, one would have supplied the unconventional and the other the orthodox, and together they would have been almost without rivals in this world. What a pity. Heaven is always quick to envy such exceptional figures as Song Chengyan. Yue'er, remember this: the world's affairs demand an interplay of orthodox and unconventional methods. Without the orthodox, the unconventional is nothing but a joke."
Bai Yue looked thoughtful.
Jia Yingxia had great confidence