C1852 Lower Your Head

Early the next morning.

"Junior Brother Bai? Junior Brother Bai!" The call echoed from outside the Soul Martial Hall.

Disciples passing by turned their heads in surprise. The one calling out was none other than Bing Yunyan.

Today, Bing Yunyan was clad in a pristine white dress that suited her perfectly. With her skin as white as frost and her long, ink-black hair