"Candle Flame Sect, Wind God Clan, and the disciples of the Three Immortal Isles have all gathered; the only one left from the four major sects is Cold Snow Pavilion."
Chu Fengmian thought to himself.
Almost at the moment Chu Fengmian's thought emerged, a chill suddenly approached.
"The disciples of Cold Snow Pavilion are here."
Feeling this chill, everyone had the same thought.
A series of snow-white figures descended from the sky, all of them with graceful figures, each one a very young girl.
Among them, the leader appeared to be only in her early thirties, her face cold, though extremely beautiful, yet no one dared to take more than a glance.
"Elder Yang, Elder Yan, Elder Feng, Island Master Fang, Han Chan has arrived late, please forgive us."
The woman spoke indifferently.
"Han Chan? Is this the great elder of Cold Snow Pavilion, Han Chan? So young."
