...
As the sentence echoed.
A graceful woman floated forward from afar, hovering in the air before slowly descending to the ground. Her white hair was loose over her shoulder, her eyes, deep and icy beneath her veil, unreadable as they scanned Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun.
Her dress was simple and devoid of luxury, yet it made her look ethereal, as if untouched by the mundane world.
She reached out with her jade hand.
The floating Dragon Smoke Sword gently hummed, "Hum~~~," moving like a living being into her palm.
"Wang Longyan!"
The pupils of Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun shrunk, both compulsively retreated a few steps, their eyes flickering with horror and fear. Countless years had passed, but Wang Longyan's terrifying memory was still firmly imprinted in their minds.
It was her!
A city-shaking swordswoman, as dreamlike and magnificent as an immortal descended from the heavens.
It was her!
