A beautiful figure whose facial features were almost identical to Ning Bifan's was standing in the ancestral hall inside the sect. This woman was precisely Ning Bifan's twin elder sister Ning Bihuan.
Her eyes were staring at the faintly leaping life lantern miniature, a cold smile on her lips.
The tiny life lantern miniature had recorded everything that her little sister went through in her last moments.
Ning Bihuan's eyes did not contain sorrow nor a single trace of any other expression. She only watched the white-clothed youth inside the life lantern miniature in a slight daze.
He was very powerful. She had never before seen someone controlling those purple flames between his fingers.
