"I want to radiate an aura that the lesser novices don't even dare look at my prep station."
Before the frazzled Tailor could even attempt to summon sect security to have her physically restrained, a series of heavy, freezing, and deeply authoritative footsteps echoed from the grand entrance archway of the pavilion.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The temperature on the tailoring floor instantly dropped by fifteen degrees.
Stepping into the hall, silhouetted against the morning mist, was the Head of the Sect Discipline Inspection Committee and Ice Elder of the Cloud Peak: Elder Qin Changxu.
Elder Qin Changxu was a man carved from the absolute, unyielding bedrock of orthodox tradition.
He cultivated the Heartless Dao.
His formal robes were pristine silver.
His flowing hair was immaculate silver.
His internal meridians were theorized to be filled with liquid Freon.
He was the living embodiment of an absolute, emotionless sect hierarchy.
