The Solar Province.

An immortal cave on Cloudsky Divine Mountain.

“Xinzhao, the sect has made its decision.” Daoist Master Coldsmoke entered the cave and sat down, a trace of exhaustion on her brow.

She was born with supreme beauty. In her teens, she was the publicly recognized top beauty of the sect’s younger generation.

Although she was now close to three hundred years old, she was just as beautiful as in her youth. Her skin was smooth and lustrous, and her figure was slender and graceful. Her soft black hair was tied up in a casual bun, revealing a beautiful face with features so delicate, it seemed like you could break them just by blowing on them. 

Among cultivators who’d mastered the art of maintaining a youthful appearance, there was no talk of hiding one’s white hair from the world.

Daoist Master Coldsmoke was in the mid-stage Spiritual Manifestation Realm, and she was still so beautiful that the mere sight of her shook the heart.

The influence of her many years had only given her every movement a maturity and softness she lacked in her youth. Her bearing was extraordinary.

“Master, what did the sect leader decide?” Wen Xinzhao rose and passed her a cup of steaming hot spiritual...