The killing intent, blazing like fire, was no longer concealed in the slightest. Amid her grief, Xue Manyun still voiced the doubt in her heart. Who exactly was he?
It was also what Xiang Yang wanted to know. At her question, the wooden comb in Xue Manyun's arms trembled for an instant, as though it too were pricking up its ears, wanting to uncover this man's true identity.
"What did Sixth Senior Sister mean by that? Chu Canglan was, of course, only Chu Canglan—not anyone else. Only my status has changed. In the past, I was merely a somewhat renowned disciple of Great Snow Ridge. From now on, I will be the one who rules Great Snow Ridge."
As the final word fell, the door was swept open by a fierce gust of wind. It rolled up the incense smoke from the burner and sent the screen and harp in the bedchamber into disarray, revealing Chu Canglan behind the door: purple-robed, crowned with jade, tall and straight as a spear, smiling faintly.
The same face, the same voice, yet a different soul.
At the sight, Xue Manyun tightened her grip on her delicate sword and held it across her body. Her brows rose, murderous intent showing. If he truly was Chu Canglan, why would he want to kill her? That in itself was a contradiction.
"You wish to kill me. Aren't you afraid the elders will grow suspicious?"
She asked no more. Xue Manyun knew this person would not reveal his identity, so she instead tested his preparations. Preserving her life was the most urgent matter now. Only by keeping this useful body alive could she speak of revenge again.
As the direct disciple of the former Mountain Elder, and a core figure whose martial arts had reached the Innate