The man looked at her eyes as dark as ink, let out a long sigh, as if understanding something: "So that's it, the Eastern Cottage on Bai Tuo Mountain, though no one has lived there for a long time, it is after all the place where the Young Master grew up."
With a troubled expression, he said: "But those thirteen Star Ropes keep breaking, and the inheritance of the Xijian Sect will keep continuing, I must fulfill my mission of revenge."
Suddenly, wild wind and snow swirled around Yin Baishuang, her formidable aura surged, and a sharp ice crystal by her side elongated like a sword, an extremely subtle cold qi seemed to slowly gush forth.
But in the next moment, the ice crystal vanished.
A silver-white light suddenly pierced through the man's shoulder, blood splattered and stained the ground, quickly freezing into ice.
It happened so fast that there was no time to react.
Yin Baishuang's comely face was cold: "You can try."
