Little Dragon Girl, in his arms, was startled too and started to get up, but Lin Xuan held her down.
"Stay here. Don't go out."
Lin Xuan's voice was steady, without the slightest hint of panic. Before he had even finished speaking, his figure vanished from the stone chamber like a wisp of smoke, so swiftly that not even an afterimage remained.
Outside the Ancient Tomb, moonlight flowed like water, bathing the entire forest in a cold, clear glow.
Li Mochou was in an utterly wretched state.
Her apricot-yellow Daoist robe was spattered with blood, and a trace of red stained the corner of her mouth. She had clearly suffered serious internal injuries. Her coldly beautiful face was now filled with fear and shock, and she was breathing hard as she poured all her strength into her Lightness Skill, racing toward the entrance to the Ancient Tomb.
Even in such a pitiful state, not a trace had been taken from her naturally proud, cold beauty.
About ten zhang behind her, a white figure was "walking" along at an unhurried pace.
She was a graceful, willowy woman dressed in white as pure as snow, the garment tracing every curve of her shapely figure. A thin veil of white silk covered her face, concealing her features. Yet her elegant bearing and the splendor that radiated from her made it clear that she was an exceptionally beautiful woman.
Her steps were slow, each one as leisurely and elegant as a stroll through a garden.
Strangely, no matter how desperately Li Mochou gathered her Internal Energy and pushed her Lightness Skill to its limits, she could never widen the distance between them.
The woman simply trailed behind her, leisurely, like a cat toying with a mouse. Her eyes were full of mockery and cold