Ji Ning had left the Abyss of Fiends and returned to the inner reaches in a wonderful mood. But then…
"Eh?" Ning stared at the two figures in front of him. Although the white-robed, silver-eyed man had an extraordinary demeanor, Ning wasn't too surprised by his presence; the inner reaches of the Genesis Lands held quite a few Daolords of renown and power. But when he saw that slender, black-garbed figure… Ning couldn't help but feel a sense of shock in his heart.
He wasn't too far away from her, but Ning felt like a blind man groping for a flower within the mists. He couldn't see what she looked like; all he could sense was an aura of incredible coldness radiating from her, so cold that it burrowed deep into his soul and caused him to quiver.
"Who is this person?" Ning was shocked. "Not even Lord Woodflower of our Sword Palace is a match for her."
