The girl stood straight with her back, holding the Cold Sword, showing no intention of retreating even slightly.
Even as she advanced, several wounds had appeared on her body.
Blood gushed out, but it was quickly washed away by the rain.
Yet Ye Wanlan continued to walk forward step by step, and her pace was even quickening.
"Her Royal Highness the Princess!" The voice of the Qingyun Pendant was now tinged with a cry, "Let's go back, Your Highness!"
Ye Wanlan did not utter a word.
Actually, three hundred years ago, she was mostly under the protection of others because she could not gather her Inner Strength, doomed to not fully cultivate ninety-nine percent of Martial Arts.
The only Qinggong she could learn was used merely for retreating.
Many people wanted her life, and some died to protect it.
This lifetime, she had Inner Strength and could cultivate any Martial Art she had seen in her previous life.