The woman before him was already unrecognizable, her face was covered in scars, looking quite terrifying, only her eyes still somewhat intact, barely showing a shadow of her past self.
No wonder she kept her head wrapped in a scarf.
Her clothes also appeared very ill-fitting, her body slightly hunched, nowhere near her once dashing and sharp appearance.
All along, Yan Sijue had never paid much attention to Xin. Although this woman was outstanding in many ways, no matter how exceptional, she was just a lone wolf. He never thought this woman could cause him much trouble.
The only thing that troubled him was her debt of gratitude to Lan Yueru.
Later, he no longer had to concern himself with this gratitude, but he hadn't expected that even when she was on her last breath, this woman could still deliver a fatal blow!
