-The secret garden of Princess Cheng's palace-
In the fog laden night, she sat with her leg crossed, slow and measured breathing-inhale-hold-exhale-hold. The cold air entering her nostrils, and slowly turned warm and then began to burn her lungs.
The chilly wind passed by her, cutting through her skin and reaching the soul, waking it up from the slumber. Xuan Cheng had taken a bath and had her servants change the warming incense. Thus the winter bloomed fully upon her palace. The servants were instructed to remain in their quarters because of the severe cold. A heavy snowfall was predicted by the imperial fortune teller. This made it easy for Xuan Cheng to perform the process of unleasing which would require her silence and solitude.
It could risk the lives of people who may come in contact of her Qi radiation during the unleashing of her potential.
"Master..." The three cultivator maids arrived and addressed Xuan Cheng with a serious expression.
