After making her winding journey to the Demon Realm, Lu Wushuang had been through a great deal and seen many outstanding figures. She had almost forgotten—or rather, sealed away in the depths of her heart—that distant memory from long ago. Unless something in particular brought it back, she no longer dwelled on it, knowing it would only trouble her for nothing.
But the moment she saw Extreme Cloud Demon Venerable, those long-sealed memories surged back. Though many years had passed, joy, anticipation, and countless other indescribable emotions still welled up in Lu Wushuang's heart, bringing with them faint memories that were bittersweet, gently warm, and impossible to forget.
So alike—too alike. They looked exactly the same. Yet Lu Wushuang soon couldn't help frowning. Their appearances were identical, but she knew Lu Xiaotian too well: beneath the matching features, their temperaments were worlds apart. The person before her was steeped in demonic killing intent, with a murderous aura so dense it seemed to cling to him. Lu Xiaotian, as she remembered him, had been just as ruthless in battle. Plenty of high-level cultivators had fallen to his hand. Yet to Lu Wushuang, he had always seemed clear and composed, detached from worldly concerns. That was what had left the deepest impression on her.
A person's appearance could resemble another's, but the temperament that came from the depths of the soul could never be imitated.
"Xiaobing, you few, watch how things develop. If the enemy's demon army can't hold on, follow me straight to Wuyuan's central command and take his head," Lu Wushuang suddenly sent a message to Huangfu Bing and the others.
"Why? Wuyuan's forces are something Sister Wushuang spent no small effort cultivating." Huangfu Bing and the others were astonished. They had followed Lu Wushuang for so long, but this