Ning Zhen sighed slightly and took off the blood-stained veil from her face, revealing a beautiful face.
Her skin was like white jade, lips like summer cherries, the bridge of her nose high and elegant, and the touch of crimson blood at the corner of her mouth only added a hint of poignancy.
She took out a silk cloth with a faint fragrance from her bosom to wipe away the bloodstain at the corner of her mouth. A strange gleam flashed in her eyes as she murmured, "The person's perception is very sharp; my senior sister never saw his true face."
"But…"
With a light chuckle, Ning Zhen continued, "But he did not realize that to cultivators, the Realm Law is akin to a second face."
"Cyan Lotus Sword Intent, a Sword Cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm..."
"And that Golden Phoenix transformed from fire; these are enough."
"Let's go."
After speaking, Ning Zhen's figure transformed into a stream of light and flew into the distance.
