C494 No One Came Unscathed

It seemed as though the name itself held a special power, for the hall gradually fell silent.

Bai Qingcheng, with her slender and exquisite figure, made her way to the forefront of the hall. There, a plush chair adorned with fox fur and a silk quilt awaited, befitting her regal allure.

Before the plush chair stood a table, upon which lay paper and ink. Bai Qingcheng took her seat with grace