Within the confines of Baijian Heights, amidst the Emei Sect's premises, lay a chamber slightly off-center from the main hall.
A pervasive chill hung in the air, frosting every surface with an icy veneer, encasing tables, chairs, benches, and even the rafters of beds in a world of frozen splendor.
Amidst this wintry tableau stood a figure that seemed out of place within its surroundings. Draped in pristine white robes that outshone the snow, exuding an aura of exceptional grace and ethereal presence.
Surrounding this figure, the ice halted in its advance, as if repelled by an unseen force, refusing to encroach any further.
On the bed before the white-robed figure sat a slender silhouette, enveloped in frost, with a cerulean sword suspended above her head.