Doors

"Good Job Yuyu, you're proving to be a capable martial artist," spoke a woman of excellent beauty as she was sitting comfortably on a throne of pure crystal ice.

The way Yu-Yu's chest heaved was so alluring that any man would forget to breathe for a moment at the sight. However, the rest of her would make them a bit wary.

Yu-Yu, the Former Sect Master of the Purple Cloud sect, lungs were gasping for air, the look on her face was far from someone who was being praised and more of a person who just escaped a near-death experience.

"T-thank you, Master…" she said through difficult breaths.

"Good, good, now that the warmup is over, let's get serious," she said.

"…"

The beautiful person couldn't help but crack a smile, "I'm kidding, you did well, you may rest," she said.

"Thank you, Master," she said and turned.