Feng Lin froze in place, bewildered by the situation.
The woman before him was almost identical to the image he had seen in the Formation before.
It was important to note that Feng Lin had met the other three women from the same era.
Whether it was Zhang Yuhe, Jin Fenghuang, or Wen Huarong, they had all aged.
Though their former elegance and charm could still be seen, they were clearly not young anymore.
Yet Cen Caixuan before him still looked so young.
She appeared to be only around thirty years old.
Could it be the Divine Pupil?
Feng Lin thought of this artifact first and foremost.
Second Master had once said that upon meeting this person, he could kill.
Snap!
Chi Jinghong, standing behind him, slapped the back of Feng Lin's head, "What's there to look at?"
Feng Lin then snapped back to reality.
"Pfft!"
The woman on the sofa covered her mouth and laughed, her voice sweet as a oriole's, "Please have a seat."
