The Heavenly Sword disciple subconsciously raised his head and looked toward the woman who wore a face veil and had a gaze that was as cold as ice. The moment he contacted her gaze, his entire body ran cold with a startle, and immediately realized that he had already seriously lost his composure. He once again hastily lowered his head, and spoke with respect: “The Fairy of Frozen Beauty’s name, is like thunder striking through my ears. Please forgive this junior for losing composure. Five esteemed guests, please enter…”
After he finished speaking, he moved aside with weak steps. As a wave of ice-cold fragrance swept over his front, he didn’t even dare to lift his head.