At last, Changtian pointed at someone below and said, "The one in the temple—was it her?"
This was a vast pine forest. The woman had lit a campfire under the shade of two big trees. She had already changed her clothes, no longer in the white dress from dusk; yet when Ning Xiaoxian saw her face, she felt it looked somewhat familiar. Only, where had she seen her before? In her memory, the image was vague and uncertain.
This woman's cultivation was not high. It wasn't until the two of them had walked very close that she finally looked up in confusion and saw Ning Xiaoxian.
Just one glance, and it brought out a terror too late to hide—and a deep, bitter hatred!
