...
As the words echoed.
A graceful woman approached from afar, ascending through the air, and gently descended to the ground. Her long white hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the star-like eyes beneath her veil were as deep as ice, betraying no emotion as they swept over Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun.
She dressed in a simple, unadorned manner, yet she exuded an ethereal aura, devoid of any worldly presence.
An elegant hand reached out.
The suspended Longyan Sword emitted a light hum, "hum~~~", and moved into her palm as if it were a living being.
"Wang Longyan!"
Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun's pupils constricted, and they involuntarily stepped back, their eyes flashing with shock and fear. The terrifying memory of Wang Longyan remained fresh and vivid in their minds, even after all these years.
It was her!
With a single sword, she could overwhelm a city, enchanting like a dream, noble as a goddess descending from the nine heavens.
It was her!
