When Bai Xueqing was only six years old, the Bai Clan was shaken to its core.
On that winter morning, her body suddenly erupted with a terrifying surge of Ice Qi.
The temperature within her courtyard plunged without warning—frost crawling up walls, freezing ponds solid, and turning even the faintest breeze into biting blades of cold.
It was not a child's playful affinity for the ice element. It was an overwhelming, suffocating flood of power that defied reason.
Even the Grand Elder, who was active at the time, was forced to intervene.
He had stepped forward—only for his expression to change instantly, his body trembling as the icy qi seared into his meridians.
It pierced his defenses like countless needles, forcing him to retreat in shock.
The clan rejoiced at first. Such a display was proof that Bai Xueqing's potential eclipsed anything they had ever imagined.
Her future was not merely bright—it was destined to be dazzling, even among the proudest geniuses of the empire.
