Because on the other person's back, Jian Wushuang saw a totem.
It was a tree that had been awe-inspiring for ages!
The Wanliu Divine Tree!
He would never forget it.
That was why he was so surprised and kept staring.
The woman in white had no idea and thought Jian Wushuang was lustful.
"So, is this all you're capable of?" The woman in white sneered.
Jian Wushuang, clutching his chest with one hand, ignored the pain and asked urgently, "How did you get the Wanliu Divine Tree on your back?"
Given her methods, she was no ordinary person and must have some connection to the divine tree.
"You recognize it?"
The woman in white raised her eyebrows. She hadn't expected the man in front of her to recognize the mysterious willow on her back.
"Answer my question first!" Jian Wushuang demanded.
This took the woman in white by surprise. An ordinary mortal dared to speak to her this way, eliciting a sneer.
