Jing Hong Tomb.
On the ancient stone path.
Luo Xiu scrutinized the white-clad woman who suddenly appeared to block his way, his expression gradually becoming solemn.
The aura of the white-clad woman was deep and unfathomable, mysterious and unpredictable. Luo Xiu couldn't sense any trace of life from her, only a sharp, dangerous presence that felt like needles on his back.
It was as if the woman before him was not a living being, but a very dangerous object.
"Do you recognize me?"
In the silence, Luo Xiu suddenly spoke.
By now, he also roughly guessed who she might be.
Undoubtedly, it was the sword he had come to find in Jing Hong Tomb!
Only, he never thought that the sword had already transformed into a human form!
The white-clad woman calmly met Luo Xiu's gaze and said faintly, "Actually, I do not know you."
She continued, "But my sister told me, the first man to come here would definitely be you."
Luo Xiu lightly furrowed his brow, "So your sister is..."
