C111 Bloodshed

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: Gaze Sharp as Arrows

The woman in snow-white robes, ethereal as a celestial being, glided through the air with her hair billowing like mist and her garments trailing dust. Clutching the Zhenyuan Lock in her hand, she advanced with an otherworldly grace, as if she had materialized from the void, as if she hailed from the fabled realm of immortals