Mu Cang and the rest saw from afar a little lady with a lithe figure, an exquisite and chilly countenance, and eyes as profound as a glacial pond.
She was wearing white mourning clothes and walking toward them expressionlessly.
Everybody's eyes couldn't help but turn sluggish.
Behind Mu Cang, Mu Jingfeng couldn't help but freeze. He stood there, his eyes unfocused, as he stared at that white-clothed little lady walking over gracefully.
In an instant, time seemed to have lit up the memories of the past. The mountains and rivers seemed to have burst into enchanting bloom under the little lady's feet…
Through this icy figure, Mu Jingfeng seemed to see that woman dressed in scarlet slowly walking toward him
His inner organs seemed to be squeezing tightly into a knot.
She! Was! Dead!??
Old Master Cang was also completely stunned. He stared deeply at Mu Jingrui behind him.
