Ji Shenyun descended from the sky, her immaculate, jade-white toes gently touching down on the stone slabs in front of the Prince Ning's Mansion, stirring up a small ring of dust.
She lifted her gaze slightly, her pitch-black eyes as deep and unfathomable as a cold pool.
"Pei Yuhang, are you hiding in here?"
"How ridiculous. You have no Cultivation left—you're just a mortal. What's the point of hiding here all alone?"
With a light wave of her slender hand, the sealed, dust-covered main gate of the Prince Ning's Mansion swung open without a sound.
Ji Shenyun strode forward on her long, proud legs, walking slowly into the depths of the Prince Ning's Mansion, which was dilapidated and filled with the stench of decay.
"Pei Yuhang, stop hiding! Come on out!"
"Is this how you Sword Immortals of the Human Race wield your blades in later generations? All sneaking around? Truly, each generation is worse than the last."
