The Ice Mist Palace was large. It was one of the greatest sects in the entire Eastern Continent, placing it at around the same level as the 5 ancient sects of the Northern Continent.
Those sects called themselves ancient with just 8 thousand years of history of their own and a few dozen millennia of stolen history. Ice Mist Palace had more than that of its own.
Its strength ran deep and its history deeper.
The mist from the lake covered the entirety of the sect, but light still peered through the mist, giving a very vague and basic outline of the sect.
At the front gates were a few figures waiting for their arrival.
As the 7 of them landed, they finally saw who it was waiting for. Alex looked at them, recognizing a few of the faces from his memory of that time in that courtyard. He didn't know their name at all.
All except the one at the center.
He knew her name well. Bing Zheshuang, Sect Master of the Ice Mist Palace.
