"Hmm?"
This was the first time Luo Feng had seen Nanxuan look so serious, and curiosity stirred within him. Who could this newcomer be, to make Nanxuan so fearful?
Looking up ahead, he saw four female disciples escorting an austere-looking woman along the path.
The woman, in her forties, had cascading black hair and wore a snow-white skirt. Her eyes were cool and distant. It seemed as though an invisible aura hovered around her, imparting an oppressive feeling to those nearby—a testament to her exceptional cultivation.
"Who is she? Is she that formidable?"
"Yes!" Nanxuan nodded emphatically.
"Nanxuan, don't stir up trouble," Lin Xin advised with a wry smile, leaning in and whispering to Luo Feng.
