Chapter 556

• Beside the beautiful woman stood a gaunt crone in her sixties, hunched over a cane. Her hair was snow-white, her face mapped with wrinkles. She tottered as she walked, looking like a stiff breeze could knock her flat.
• “Well now, what kind of wind blew the three Elders of the Upper Three Peaks here, and even the Grand Elder’s prized disciple?”
• Seeing them, the Third Princess dropped the earlier contempt in her tone, but she still laced her words with mockery.