Circe paid the pupils no mind as her expression remained ice-cold and unmoving. She opened her mouth to speak, her ice-cold voice ringing through the Wudang Sect.

"I am Circe Newman from the Lange household. Have Graham Potter see me immediately."

Her voice was soft, but it radiated unspeakable power.

Circe Newman?

The square fell silent as the pupils glanced at each other. The Wudang Sect and the Langes were now deadly enemies, and they would have never guessed that Circe would be so brave