Ganlu Palace.
The autumn wind caressed her face, and the moonlight surged.
In the midst of such ambiguous and joyous moans, Ye Qinghong gripped the sword in her hand tightly, her cold eyes glittering like the white frost of autumn, so cold, so piercing.
Sword Qi was nearly impossible to conceal, ready to burst forth. Of course, she could not direct it toward Ganlu Palace, toward her own master.
So, she just gazed at the woman in black, at Xiao Yingxue, saying nothing, just staring at her with that cold look.
The Lustrous Sword Heart activated on its own, appearing vigilant, the moonlight on her face only adding to her chill.
"Who are you?"
She inquired softly.
Xiao Yingxue opened her mouth with a smile.
"It doesn't matter who I am. All you need to understand is that I can help you kill this demon. Swordsmen are the purest, and moreover, the higher the realm of a swordsman's cultivation, the purer they are. I can see that you harbor deep-seated hatred for this demon."
