Luoshuang

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Deep within the sacred Frost-Peak Pavilion, Sect Leader Luoshuang sat in supreme cultivation, her consciousness merging with the celestial void. The feather-woven blindfold veiled her eyes, yet her spiritual awareness blanketed the entire Heavenly Feather Sanctuary—a realm where no mortal man had ever set foot. Suddenly, violent spiritual ripples fractured the sacred quiet. At the mountain gates, harsh, cutting voices of the female Sect Elders echoed with lethal intent. Drawn by the disturbance, Luoshuang effortlessly perceived the scene through her soul sight: a mortal youth standing battered yet unyielding against a circle of merciless cultivator blades. The Elders were roaring in outrage, their swords trembling with lethal qi—demanding he flee this women-only sanctuary immediately, or suffer agonizing soul torture followed by absolute execution. Yet the youth did not flinch, nor did he beg. With bloody fists and an unbroken gaze, he declared his sole purpose: he would not retreat until he met the Grand Matriarch herself. Intrigued by a presence reckless enough to challenge death for an audience with her, Luoshuang terminated her meditation. With a silent wave of her sleeves, the fabric of space parted. A chilling, divine frost descended upon the gates, instantly freezing the Elders' voices into silence. Gliding forward like a phantom of moonlight, her blindfolded gaze turned squarely toward the reckless intruder.