The one who had blocked the deadly blow for the mother and son was naturally Yang Ming, who had sensed that something was wrong with their conversation and come over to investigate.
Yang Ming ignored the Soul Grandmaster's questioning and instead looked toward the horizon. From the direction the green light had come, a pure white streak of light was rapidly approaching.
As Yang Ming watched that unfamiliar yet familiar energy fluctuation, his emotions began to stir.
At this moment, the Soul Grandmaster also noticed the streak of light rapidly descending from the sky in the distance. He cursed inwardly. What rotten luck. One busybody had just appeared, and now another one was coming.
That streak's energy fluctuations were far stronger than Yang Ming's, roughly at the level of a mid-stage Soul Ancestor. Its flying speed was also incredibly fast. Yang Ming felt that, even among those of the same rank, it would not lose to the Swift-tailed Swallow Soul Masters of the Speed Clan he had once seen.
In the blink of an eye, the streak arrived a dozen feet in front of Yang Ming. When the pure white figure saw him, the Soul Power around her body began to surge violently. Then the glow of Soul Power dispersed, revealing an incomparably beautiful young girl with pure white wings on her back, like an angel descending upon the mortal world.
She wore a long white dress that looked clean and elegant, brimming with the aura of life. Her features were exquisite and beautiful. Her long dark green hair cascaded down her back. She had a slender, curvaceous figure, and there was still a trace of childishness on her face. She appeared to be around Yang Ming's age, though her essence was deeply restrained.
The only thing that puzzled Yang