"It is rumored that the Pavilion Master of Cold Snow Pavilion, Han Xuanbing, extinguished all emotions to achieve sainthood, her heart as cold as ice."
"Indeed, the Cold Snow Pavilion would not be outdone; they even had the Pavilion Master of Cold Snow Pavilion, Han Xuanbing, herself preside over the event."
When the Dean of the Wusheng Academy arrived, the Cold Snow Pavilion naturally could not be impolite, and so Han Xuanbing, the Pavilion Master of Cold Snow Pavilion, personally came.
"Dean Lei, Clan Leader Cheng, Clan Leader Tang, it has been a long time since we last met."
Han Xuanbing crossed the ice bridge and took her seat on the other side of the grandstand, addressing the three highest-ranking individuals there.
Although this greeting seemed polite, Han Xuanbing's voice was still extremely cold and calm, as if she were speaking to a stranger.
However, those three, clearly accustomed to such behavior, each greeted Han Xuanbing in turn.
It was a reciprocal courtesy.
