Li Qingluo was Madam Wang. Wang Chongyang could even be considered one of her elders. She had just watched the Sweeping Monk's departing figure and recalled certain events from the past, leaving her momentarily lost in thought. By the time the sudden change occurred, it was already too late for her to stop it.
Fortunately, this mysterious woman appeared at that moment. Before anyone could thank her, Wang Chongyang's body shuddered. He stared at the white-robed figure before him, opening his mouth several times without managing to say anything. Yet everyone could see the excitement in his eyes.
"What? You don't recognize me anymore?" The white-robed woman snorted, her tone clearly carrying some displeasure.
"Chao Ying, is it really you?" Wang Chongyang asked uncertainly.
Song Qingshu was startled. Who else could make Wang Chongyang this excited, and be called by that name, other than Lin Chaoying? He had once seen a portrait of Lin Chaoying in her youth within the Ancient Tomb. Though this white-robed woman was no longer so young, her features were still faintly recognizable.
He instinctively glanced at Xiaolongnü. Her beautiful eyes were blinking as she curiously studied this suddenly appearing grandmartial ancestress.
Wang Chongyang suddenly thought of something and could not help asking, "Weren't you already...?"
"Already dead?" Lin Chaoying sneered. "You're not dead yet, so how could I possibly die before you?"
"That is true." Wang Chongyang revealed a faint smile. "Then why have you never contacted me all these years?"
Lin Chaoying spat. "Who do you think you are? Why should I contact you? I've lived alone, free and carefree."
Wang Chongyang frowned. "Why are you still like this?"
Lin Chaoying immediately flared up. "What do you mean, I'm like this? As though your temperament is so wonderful! When news of my death spread,