"Go." Qiao Wanjun placed one hand on her waist and gripped the sword hilt.
The divine weapon had entered Advancement Mode, so she naturally needed to focus her attention. She could not accompany Lu Ran to meet Jian Yi.
"I'll go with you," Lu Ran said directly.
"Go." Qiao Wanjun's voice turned somewhat colder as she ordered, "Don't keep her waiting."
Lu Ran: "."
Fine~
He brushed past his mother and walked deeper along the tunnel.
Others could see nothing within this pitch-black mist, but Lu Ran could see everything clearly.
Beyond the tunnel lay a stone room of neither great nor small size.
The stone room was secluded and still, as though all worldly clamor had been shut outside. Even time seemed frozen here.
Lu Ran knew that was merely his illusion, but he could not help it. The woman standing in the stone room was simply too quiet, too cold.
That slender figure was tall and straight. Her long snow-white dress bore no adornments, its trailing skirt hem spread across the ground like frost mist, unstained by the slightest speck of dust.
Set against that glacial temperament, Lu Ran felt as though he were looking at an exquisitely sculpted ice statue.
It was a beauty that made one dare not entertain even the slightest profane thought.
Her long black hair cascaded down her back and brushed past her neck, further accentuating the cold, translucent whiteness of her skin. It formed an ultimate contrast with the rough stone walls around her.
She simply stood there in silence, her eyes lowered like a frigid lake, calm and without ripples.
Just as Lu Ran had sensed, utterly cold, utterly still.
Suddenly, she slightly raised her eyelids. Though she lacked the ability to see through the mist, she accurately found the visitor.