White snow covered the main peak of the Holy Water Sect. There was a row of simple bamboo buildings sitting in the depths of the light green bamboo forest.
The bamboo forest remained exuberantly green even in this world of ice and snow.
"We only have enough food to last three months." Murong Xun languidly laid on the brocade divan and expressionlessly stared at her sect master who sat across from her.
The sect master of the Holy Water Sect was 60 years old with ordinary looks. She wore an extremely simple blue and white robe and had an amiable appearance with a smile on her lips. She was holding… a large cattail-leaf fan that was used to light a fire for cooking.
It could be said that this elderly woman would not cause a splash if she was thrown into a crowd. She was completely like a normal elderly grandma from a peasant family.
