Xu Ping'an made several quick movements, arriving atop a large tree three hundred meters away.
In front of him, a strikingly beautiful young woman was fleeing at great speed.
The woman was severely injured, with a sword wound on her abdomen, bleeding profusely.
Her escape was clearly labored, stumbling forward, her complexion pale, lips trembling, occasionally spitting out mouthfuls of black blood.
However, Xu Ping'an's gaze fell on the hairpin on the top of the woman's head.
It was a silver hairpin, very ancient in appearance.
It emitted a distinct ice-cold power.
At the end of the hairpin was an exquisitely made flying swallow.
The Flying Swallow Cold Star Hairpin?
Xu Ping'an had a complex expression on his face.
He had not expected, after a thousand years, to actually see this item again.
"Ah!"
Just at that moment, the woman let out a tragic scream as a thick aura of death surged from her body.
Xu Ping'an's eyes narrowed.
