C1048 Fang Qing

A delicate cry resounded and echoed uncertainly within the mountain valley.

As she cried out, everyone's eyes were filled with a strange light. Outside of the Deity's Realm of the Gods' Saint Light, space itself seemed to twist, as if there were tens of thousands of illusory swords crisscrossing in the air.

She was petite and beautiful, with silver hair that fell to her waist