White Bone narrowed her eyes slightly, a trace of icy killing intent flashing within them.
Her gaze locked onto the figure opposite her as scenes from that day gradually surfaced in her mind.
It was this little brat—Lu Xuan.
He had once, by his own strength, burned to ashes a wisp of the divine sense Primordial Spirit she had separated from herself, nearly shaking the very foundation of her Divine Palace.
Had she not later sought out Elder White Flame and obtained a Top Grade Heaven and Earth Spiritual Object, her Divine Palace would likely have collapsed long ago, and her cultivation would have suffered immensely.
"White Mirage, what is going on here?!"
White Bone's voice was low and hoarse, laden with boundless fury. "This little brat is... Lu Xuan!"
"Why is he here?!"
White Bone's voice brimmed with endless hatred. Clearly, her hatred for Lu Xuan had seeped deep into her bones.
As though she wanted to devour him alive and flay him alive.
Hearing this, White Mirage replied in a low voice, "White Bone, stop talking nonsense. Now isn't the time for that."
Then White Mirage's tone grew increasingly grave. "That woman from the Blackbird Guard has appeared too. She's over by the Brocade Scale River!"
"What matters most now is finding a way to shake off Lu Xuan!"
"That woman from the Blackbird Guard?"
White Bone's body suddenly stiffened, surprise appearing on her face.
She had clearly never expected that, besides Lu Xuan, there would be another member of the Blackbird Guard here.
"Could it be..." White Bone muttered to herself, her pupils abruptly contracting as though she had thought of some utterly terrifying possibility.
The rest of her words lodged in her throat, and she could no longer say them.
There was only one woman in