"I'm Jingliu, the former sword master of the Xianzhou Luofu. And who might you be?"

She asked calmly with no expression on her face. You could feel the piercing glare behind that blindfold of hers, and it felt just as cold as the snowflake on her ice sword.

"I won't ask again. Answer my question."

It's obvious that she wouldn't hesitate to cut you in half if you make one wrong move. Her dress flutters in the wind while her hand holds firmly on the hilt of the sword.

(pfp by @iim_qum)