Jian Wudao said her Sword Bone was covered in dust and spotted by a Saint…
"Saintess, the Pill Master has come to deliver your medicine."
The leading maidservant approached the lady, bowed her head, and spoke softly.
That snow-white figure also ceased the sword in her hand and slightly lifted her head to glance in the direction of Li Hao and Jiang Xiao Hui.
Time had sculpted her features, but the familiar contours of the past remained.
Li Hao was not mistaken; it indeed was Bian Ruxue.
Only now, she was no longer the girl inseparable from her sword but a stunningly beautiful woman with a calm demeanor that seemed above the mundane world, possessing the grace of an immortal.
Her eyes, serene and deep like lakes on snowy mountains, radiated utmost composure.
And such tranquility often stemmed from profound inner confidence.
"Greeting the Saintess, Xue'er."
Jiang Xiao Hui stepped forward, bowing deeply.
