The moon shone brightly, stars sparse.
Clad in her palace gown and white skirt, her back bearing the Divine Sword, the breathtakingly beautiful female cultivator was hurrying along her way, her destination shockingly being Gulei Manor.
Throughout the journey, Jiang Baiye kept a cold expression on her face, still uncertain about how to face the devil Han Li.
If Han Li truly was the mysterious Great Grandmaster, with his lustful nature, could she really escape from Han Li's Devil's Palm this time?
Jiang Baiye didn't know, but she knew she had to go.
The evening breeze caressed her, silver hair danced in the air, her hair misty like clouds, fully revealing the Sword Immortal's graceful beauty.
Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, her figure second to none, her looks surpassing this world; the cold moonlight lit up her bright phoenix eyes, as if igniting two stars.