Everyone in the hall turned around and saw a young girl standing at the doorway. She wore a gauzy white robe, seeming to stand amid mist and smoke. Aside from her black hair, she was entirely clad in snowy white.
Pucha Qiucao happened to turn and meet her gaze, and she could not help staring blankly. She found the girl elegant and beautiful beyond compare, impossible to look at directly. Yet her expression was cold and detached, as pure as ice and snow, and as cold as ice and snow. One could not tell whether she was pleased or angry, sorrowful or joyful. For a moment, Pucha Qiucao could not help feeling inferior. There was actually such a peerlessly beautiful woman in the world.
Song Qingshu recognized her, and his expression immediately became extremely strange. It seemed he and Xiaolongnü were truly fated to keep running into each other, even like this. After not seeing her for some time, his bargain sister-in-law was still so pure and unearthly—Bing Xue'er was her senior sister, so Xiaolongnü could indeed be considered his sister-in-law in a sense. But he was currently wearing Tang Kuobian's face, complete with a thick beard. It would be a miracle if she recognized him.
Ouyang Feng stared at the girl in surprise. He too recognized Xiaolongnü. Back at the inn, he had witnessed her pursuing Yin Zhiping and Zhao Zhijing, displaying extraordinary prowess as she battered a group of grandmaster-level experts from the Mongol Empire into a sorry state. Her swordsmanship had left a deep impression on him.
Thinking of her other identity made Ouyang Feng's feelings even more complicated. Ever since recovering his memories on Divine Dragon Island, seeing Yang Guo always reminded him of Yang Guo's father, the man responsible for Ouyang Ke's death. Thus, he