Moonlight spilled lightly like water. In the dreamlike haze stood a slender, graceful figure dressed in black, her hair cascading like a waterfall, as though she had merged with the dark of night.
Looking down at the Hundred Life Bone in his arms and recalling Mo Xuanwu's warning, Jiang Shuo's heart stirred, and he decided to flee.
Suddenly, the other party turned her head and glanced in Jiang Shuo's direction. Above her snow-white jade neck was a sharply defined jawline; her nose was long, straight, and elegantly raised, as if carved by a blade. Her eyes were like a crystal-clear pool, utterly free of the slightest impurity.
Her eyes were limpid as autumn water, and Jiang Shuo sank completely into them. Their gazes met, and it was as if thunder had exploded above his head. He stood there dumbstruck. That transcendent, otherworldly bearing was absolutely not that of an ordinary person.
"Jiang Shuo, Jiang Shuo?" Jiang Shuo's thoughts seemed to grind to a halt, and he began daydreaming. Suddenly, a faint call reached his ears. He jolted and immediately came to his senses. Blinking, he instinctively looked ahead, only to find that the Black Clothed Woman had vanished. An inexplicable sense of loss welled up in his heart. After gathering his thoughts, he finally noticed that Liu Ruyan had somehow come before him. He hurriedly asked, "Miss Liu, what brings you here?"
"By the time Master dealt with Hua Yi and the others, Gu Ming had already disappeared, so she sent us out separately to look for him." Noticing the odd expression on Jiang Shuo's face, Liu Ruyan curiously looked in the direction he had been watching, and immediately saw Gu Ming's corpse. She was startled, her delicate lips falling half open as she asked incredulously, "Jiang Shuo, did you