The Last Trial

"Are we finished?"

Two black peaks stood proudly over the snow-white plains, like two sharp swords aimed at the heavens. Each peak had a person sitting in front of it, one male and one female. Everything the female wore—from the eye-blindingly white dress, the silk ribbon tied in her long hair, the sheath of the longsword in her lap, and even the sword handle itself—was white. Only her full head of black hair broke from the otherwise pure-white theme. It was none other than the Foundation Stage elite of the Xiao clan—Xiao Xue.