Merfolk

Xiang Yang had cultivated in seclusion on Lan Mountain for five days before Wanyan Bo arrived. Everything was ready; they could set out.

Only at the moment of departure did Xiang Yang finally meet the famed Ghost Hand Dragon Mother—a woman who looked exceedingly young.

Her brows curved downward, her eyes held a delicate grace, and she had a jade-like nose and cherry lips. She could not be called breathtakingly beautiful, yet her pure, gentle, reserved air made people feel comfortable and inclined to draw close to her.

Of course, one could not judge a person by appearances. Ghost Hand Dragon Mother had been famous for many years and belonged to roughly the same generation as Liu Yin. Her youthful appearance was partly due to her martial attainments; nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, her aging had slowed, leaving her brimming with vitality.

The other reason was that she was skilled at maintaining herself and had methods for preserving her looks, allowing her to retain the appearance of her youthful prime, to the envy of many.

Moreover, she was far from as soft and gentle as she appeared. Roaming between the underworld and the wicked paths, she had slain too many experts to count. She had clashed with the Divine Constable Gate several times without falling to a disadvantage, which showed just how formidable she was.

The divine weapon in her hands was a pair of plain white gloves, seemingly woven from some sort of silver thread and golden filament. Rong Xi called them the Heavenly Weeping Immortal Hands.

It was said that a Daoist sage of old had gathered Profound Fire of Bing Ding and Vast Sky Gang Wind, using Mystic Spider Silk as the primary material to forge them. They were objects of utmost softness,