Su Xin, Senior Sister. "Your threats mean nothing to me!"
Yet just as the golden palm print was about to land on Jiang Ming...
Suddenly, a calm female voice came from the edge of the square...
"Holy Master Guan, why be so aggressive?"
The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to possess a strange penetrating power, carrying clearly into everyone's ears.
Everyone looked toward the sound.
They saw a woman in plain clothes seated in a wheelchair, slowly being pushed into the square by a disciple of Zixiao Hall.
The woman looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with exquisitely beautiful features and brows and eyes like a painting.
Only, her complexion was somewhat pale, carrying the weakness of someone long ill.
She wore a moon-white dress, its hem falling down to cover those legs that could no longer walk.
"Is that Senior Sister Su Xin of Zixiao Hall? Why is she here?"
"Wasn't it rumored that she was crippled in that battle decades ago?"
"Exactly. I heard she had to use the cold qi of Cold Silence Cliff to suppress the Fire Poison injuries inside her body. How can she come out now? Could her injuries have already healed?"
"No way, right? Look at her legs. She still can't walk!"
"..."
A wave of incredulous cries instantly rang out across the field.
The older generation disciples of Mystic Heaven Holy Land all had deep impressions of Senior Sister Su Xin.
Her talent, though not the most outstanding within Zixiao Hall, was still a gap-like existence when placed in Mystic Heaven Holy Land, even the entire Mystic Heaven Realm.
If not for that battle several decades ago, where she had been gravely injured and had her cultivation utterly crippled, the Holy Son of Mystic Heaven Holy Land today would not have