Far above the lower realm, beyond the cold clouds and the sea of stars, sat the home of the Shen Clan.
It was an endless place filled with grand white halls, tall towers that pierced the sky, and gardens where ancient trees grew leaves of silver and gold.
The air here was so thick with pure energy that common grass smelled sweet, and streams of clear spiritual water flowed quietly over beds of smooth jade stones.
In this high place, the troubles of small worlds were nothing more than dust blown away by an idle breeze.
Inside a quiet pavilion surrounded by blooming white lotus flowers, a woman was resting by an open window.
Her name was Chu Xueyu.
She wore long, flowing robes of pale silk that fell neatly around her seat, her long golden hair was held up by a simple jade pin, and her face was fair and calm, carrying an effortless grace that made even the proudest elders of the clan lower their heads in respect.
