A flash of five-colored radiance swept before his eyes, already striking the Nine Heavens Spirit Shield like a spring breeze brushing willows. Though Lin Xuan had not brought out any treasure, the defensive power of this secret art was still no small matter, and Lin Xuan used the momentum to retreat backward.
Only then did he have the leisure to raise his head, and the face of a young woman entered his sight.
Judging from appearances, this woman was only in her early twenties. Her hair was black and glossy, long enough to reach her waist. She wore a pale-green dress, her curves exquisite, her figure lovely, and matched with that beautiful face, calling her a peerless beauty would not be the slightest exaggeration.
And though this woman was young, the demonic power in her was extraordinary, almost reaching a level that made one's heart tremble—of course, that was by the standards of the Human World.
Lihe!
However, at this very moment, that was not what shocked Lin Xuan. The instant he saw the woman's face clearly, his own face held nothing but joy.
He had worn out iron shoes searching in vain, only to find it without the slightest effort—was the woman before his eyes not the Yuanyuan he had longed for day and night?
They had not met for several hundred years, yet Peacock's appearance had not changed in the slightest. The only difference from his memories was that his beloved wife's face was extremely pale, her whole person carrying a delicate, sickly frailty.
Yet right in the center of her brow was a mass of black qi, and golden light glimmered in her eyes, adding a few traces of mystery and eeriness to her beauty.
But Lin Xuan did not think so much about it. At this