"Whoosh~~~"
The movements of the three Faceless Jade Sovereigns were stiff, and the jade robes on their bodies were no longer as soft and flowing as before.
The bone-piercing chill rushing toward her forced them to fly backward dozens of meters, yet they still maintained an encircling formation, trapping Qiao Wanjun in the center.
Far away stood a Jian Yi disciple with a complicated expression—Chen Jingjing.
The Vast Sea was so humble it was frightening, able only to watch from afar with trepidation, completely ignored by the Faceless Jade Sovereigns.
"Long time no see."
The eternally silent Faceless Jade Sovereign Clan had actually spoken.
Qiao Wanjun held the Longyuan Sword and looked at the enormous white jade statue ahead. "Mm."
It was difficult to imagine that, on a battlefield of life and death, two enemies who had drawn swords at each other could converse so calmly.
"That pile of stones couldn't hold out anymore, so they asked you to come back?" A cold smile curled across the Faceless Jade Sovereign's lips.
She held one side of her jade robe in one hand and lightly brushed away the frost upon it.
Before Qiao Wanjun, the Faceless Jade Sovereign seemed far more alive. Not only could she speak, she could even smile.
"That pile of stones treated you like that, and you still refuse to wake up? You still wish to be their slave and servant, to sell your life for them." The Faceless Jade Sovereign looked toward the Human Race Woman with fluttering robes.
Qiao Wanjun remained silent. She merely released the Longyuan Sword and took hold of the Tianfeng Sword that had flown out on its own.
Watching the Human Race Woman's actions, the Faceless Jade Sovereign lightly nodded. "It seems that even you cannot escape your race's inherent vice."