"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.
To Xiao Xue's left was the male, who was sitting cross-legged and as unmoving as a statue. His physique was large, with long, slender eyes and a tall nose, giving him a perceptive and resolute impression even at a single glance. He wore a bright yellow robe embroidered with a four-clawed dragon brandishing its claws and fangs, while his hair was neatly tied up with a golden crown adorning it. It was none other than the Foundation Stage prince, Chu Huang.
