An intense cold enveloped Xiao Chen and Qingqing, as if two peerless sharp swords were aimed at their backs.
The power from a mere glance was so terrifying? It was beyond comprehension, imagining how powerful the woman must be.
Suddenly, a dazzling beam of light tore through the sky, pursuing them. The beam of light was actually a human figure, which gradually settled to a calm glow. Amidst the hazy radiance, a woman materialized and stood in the sky above the sea.
Xiao Chen paused when he saw the woman's face clearly. It was exactly like the woman in the portrait, seemingly identical to Ruoshui, whom he thought he had metaphorically eradicated from his heart.
Qingqing lightly tugged on Xiao Chen's clothes, whispering, "The woman nurtured in the lotus platform has not come. This is her spiritual energy manifested."
