"Welcome back, Sect Leader."
In front of the Small Wooden House, Fang Ruo bowed toward the door, which had been opened with sword qi.
As soon as Fang Ruo finished speaking, a woman slowly walked out.
The woman wore a black dress. Her long hair had been loosely gathered with a simple hairpin of ordinary material, then fell over her shoulders from there. That hairpin was a birthday present Jiang Lin had made for her by hand when he was young.
Her eyes were like water, yet carried a faint chill, as if they could see through everything. Her slender fingers were delicate, and her skin was as smooth as congealed cream, snow-white with a rosy tint, as though water might be wrung from it. Her cherry-like lips were touched with a hint of red.
An aura like that of a queen faintly radiated from her, while the clear, brilliant sword qi gave off an even more intangible pressure.
It was as if the moment you took a single step toward this cold and aloof woman, the sword qi around her would slice you into countless fragments.
"All right, Fang Ruo. Stop with all that nonsense."
The woman named Jiang Yuni rolled her eyes at her best friend, who was always acting improper and loved playing the NPC in the Mission Hall, as Little Lin had put it.
Fang Ruo smiled gently and playfully stuck out her tongue at the cold and aloof woman before her.
"How long was I in seclusion?"
Her eyes, clear as black agate, surveyed the Small World as she slowly asked the question.
Although Jiang Yuni's appearance remained cold and aloof, her heart was already taut with nervousness when she asked it.
For a cultivator who had just entered the Jade Purity Realm, time no