Zhu Fei and Shui Biyun both furrowed their brows simultaneously as they turned to look behind them.
They saw, standing behind them, a woman with a ponytail and a treasured sword on her back, whose features were rather pleasant, smilingly watching Shui Biyun.
Her figure was tall and graceful, and just standing there, she somehow revealed a restrained temperament concealed within the scabbard, sharp yet not lacking in stability.
However, the occasional glints of coldness that burst from the depths of her eyes imbued her unique Sword Cultivator's temperament with a few more traces of meanness and hypocrisy, invisible to the naked eye.
The one who had just spoken was this woman. By her side stood an elder and another young man whose aura was no less inferior to hers.
"It's you, Huo Lingfei!"
Shui Biyun's beautiful eyes flashed, but she ignored Huo Lingfei, instead communicating to Zhu Fei via a voice transmission,
