"I'm here."
A faint voice suddenly sounded beside the old woman's ear. The next moment, a dignified woman in a trailing red-and-pink gown embroidered with golden peach blossoms appeared between the old woman and the main hall of Peach Blossom Temple.
"Peach Blossom Fairy?" The old woman's eyes lit up, and a vicious grin curled her lips. "Has Illusory Yin already died by your hand?"
"Since you guessed it, you still dared to show yourself. Are you here to avenge him?" Shen Ying asked coldly. "Have you grown tired of living too?"
This old woman was even weaker than Illusory Yin Divine Lord.
Upon hearing that Illusory Yin Divine Lord had truly died, the old woman could not help freezing for a moment. She seemed unable to believe it. "He's really dead?"
Then she looked at Shen Ying and said gravely, "Impossible! Illusory Yin's arts changed a thousand times in a myriad ways, and his true body was impossible to fathom. Your Dao Comprehension and strength weren't much greater than his. How could you possibly have killed him?"
Shen Ying shook her head, glanced at the Killing Intent covering her, and said flatly, "Go ask him yourself."
As soon as the words fell, Shen Ying raised her hand. A crystalline peach blossom branch appeared in her grasp. With a flick of her wrist, countless pink peach petals filled the entire Peach Blossom Temple out of thin air, carrying a faint fragrance as they surged toward the old woman.
The old woman merely caught a whiff of the floral fragrance before her soul swayed. It was as though she had been cast into a boundless sea of peach blossoms. Her entire body grew dazed, relaxed all over, light as if she might ascend into immortality. She did not want to resist,