Xue Qingyi watched from the grotto's entrance, her posture a perfect, unmoving portrait of icy serenity. Her expression, as unreadable as a sheet of glacial ice, betrayed not a single flicker of emotion.
This grotto, a True-Rank resource node pulsing with spatial laws so potent it could shred a standard True Divinity, was the kind of discovery her Eternal Frost Palace would have cordoned off for a full expedition. It would have taken a team of elders a few days of careful, painstaking, and dangerous excavation.
It had been emptied in less than a minute.
She felt no greed. No envy. No shock. Those were emotions for peers, for rivals, for equals. She merely stood, a silent, serene statue, her mind as cold and clear as the void itself. She was no longer a genius disciple of a Major Power comparing herself to another.
She was a witness.
