The news of Wang Hao's defeat of the old rhinoceros spread like a massive boulder thrown into a still pond, causing ripples of shock and fear.
In Northern Europe, within a grand and imposing castle:
The Saintess Bing Ji was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, gently removing the veil from her face.
After cleansing and moisturizing with pearl powder, the sword scar on her face had faded significantly. If one did not look closely, it would be hard to notice.
"Damn bastard, sooner or later, this Saintess will make you regret it!" As she thought this, a chilling gleam flashed in Bing Ji's eyes.
Just then, a series of heavy knocks resounded.
"Saintess!"
Recognizing the voice of the Ghost Swordsman, Bing Ji immediately put the veil back on and called out coldly, "Please enter!"
