The battle-ax emitted a droning sound as it approached the white-robed woman, and began to circulate around her. She looked at it, and slowly, an expression of reminiscence and sorrow appeared on her face.
Everyone on the ancient Dao Tree felt their hearts thumping as they stared blankly at the woman.
Ling Yunzi and the other two old men were also trembling, and their faces were pale white. They said absolutely nothing.
Meng Hao's eyes widened as well. However, what was most concerning to him was not the woman and her appearance on the scene, but the fact that the half-headed man who had been following him, and was now hovering near the arenas, did not flee or bow like the other beings. He quivered a bit, but by force of will remained hovering there just as before.
When Meng Hao saw this, his heart began to pound.
