"Xin'er... is that you... Xin'er..."
Xiang Wuji's eyes slightly moved, his pupils somewhat scattered, clearly distracted.
His head slightly bowed, murmuring softly.
In a daze, he seemed to see that figure again.
That year, surrounded by the wolf pack, the frail girl sat paralyzed on the ground, the wolf-like wolf child curiously observing the girl from the civilized world appearing before him...
The nearby cultivators quickly looked elsewhere.
In his impression, this mysterious and powerful Grand Elder was known for his cruelty, fickle temper, yet no one had seen Xiang Wuji display such an expression.
Among the cultivators accompanying Xiang Wuji, there were Foundation Establishment Cultivators, but even they at this moment couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, fearing that Xiang Wuji might become angry if he saw them observing him in such a state.
After waiting for a long time, only a hoarse voice reached their ears.
"What is her name..."
