At the highest point of Heavenly Demon Mountain, above the walls, halls, pavilions, and even the energy formations protecting the sect, a woman sat alone upon a smooth rock, as though that place were merely another ordinary seat in her daily routine.
Cold winds blew at that altitude, but they neither moved her body nor disturbed her posture. They merely played with the long black hair cascading down her back like a dark veil, contrasting with her extremely fair skin, almost too pale to appear human. Her eyes were black, deep, and tranquil, carrying the weight of someone who had lived far too long to be easily surprised by anything. Although she appeared to be a young woman, refined by the metamorphosis of cultivation that had surpassed mortal limits, the truth was quite different. Seo Baek Hyang was not much younger than the current Heavenly Demon, and for someone like her, time had long since lost the meaning it held for the rest of the world.
