Qīng Líng Shān: The City of Immortals
A feminine figure walked down long stairs. She was surrounded by darkness and coldness. The walls were frozen, and the only sound that could be heard was from her delicate shoes. Each step was elegant and filled with untold charms. She walked without saying a single word. The deeper into the darkness she went, the more she was surrounded by a thick aura, which was a mixture of simmering rage and hatred. There was some level of regret, but this was immediately squashed.
