In the quiet and elegant courtyard, tendrils of white mist lingered.
The brook in the yard flowed endlessly, making a babbling sound.
At this moment, a bone-chilling coldness was released from a room of the courtyard, and in an instant, all within the courtyard was frozen, as if this place were in the polar regions.
A graceful figure then appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.
Chen Wanrong, dressed in a white plain robe, walked with light steps across the ice-covered stone pathway to the door of the room.
Chen Wanrong did not enter directly, instead, she bowed at the door and said, "Disciple pays respect to the master."
At that moment, the voice of a cold woman came from inside the room.
"Come in!"
As the voice faded, the wooden door of the hut opened instantly, and a gust of cold wind blew out from the room, causing Chen Wanrong's long dress to flutter incessantly.
After the cold wind had passed, Chen Wanrong crossed the threshold and entered the room.