The White-Clad Youth

Elsewhere, in a room draped with red lanterns and red silk, a breathtakingly beautiful woman sat before her dressing table, while a clever, eccentric girl stood behind her.

"Ranran, do you think he'll come?"

At that moment, the seated girl spoke. Hearing this, the girl behind her wore a strange expression.

"Miss, you keep talking about this 'him' every day, but who exactly is he? You don't even know his name."

Ranran said.

The girl seated before the dressing table was An Yuan.

"He... he was a very handsome, responsible boy. Far better than that so-called Holy Son..."

As she spoke, An Yuan's gaze turned distant, and she sank into her memories.

It had been a pitch-black, windy night. She had gone alone to Tianhe Prefecture to search for a map left behind by her ancestors. It was said that the map contained the secret of a fallen Spirit Transformation True Person's cave abode.

Just as she was about to reach her destination, numerous cultivators clad in black suddenly emerged from the shadows, each of them carrying a spear.

Every one of them emanated the cultivation of the Nascent Soul Realm. After killing more than a dozen of them, she was ultimately outmatched and severely wounded.

Just when she thought she was about to die, a young man in white appeared.

The young man in white stood upon the void, a long sword in hand, his three thousand strands of black hair flying in the wind.

A wild, unruly smile rested on his face, and he looked utterly carefree and frivolous.

Yet with only three strikes of his sword, the young man in white slew all of the remaining dozen or so men in black.

After he had killed the dozen or so men in black, a Spirit Transformation True