Zhao Xiangshan very much wanted to put on the appearance that a "flood-dragon shark" should have, but unfortunately, no matter how one looked at it, the already mangled host body looked abrupt and striking.
Moreover, the biting intent within the hanging clear light also dispelled his last shred of wishful thinking.
Now he only wanted to know: who was it?
Almost synchronously with his thought, a slender figure was reflected within the radiance, dark hair hanging down, wrapped in a black robe, exuding a wholly gloomy and uncanny aura that did not seem to quite match the cyan-rayed full moon suspended overhead. Yet that posture and bearing, upon seeing them, were clearly extraordinary.
At this moment, Zhao Xiangshan found even projecting his spiritual intent difficult, and could only bulge his fish eyes, trying hard to recognize the figure—which truly tested the already poor vision of the flood-dragon shark.
In the end, he still failed to make out the newcomer's face. However, the other party's low, melodious voice penetrated straight into his ears:
"It has been a thousand years since our parting at Yin Mountain, fleeting like a flash, making old friends hard to recognize. However, for Pavilion Master Zhao's piece of Hundred Turbidity Stone, this concubine still retains a measure of gratitude."
"You are... Madam Huanyong?"
Zhao Xiangshan's heart shook. Even though his spiritual awareness was currently half-dazed, the other party had pointed out the time, place, and corresponding famed object, leaving him no choice but to remember:
It was precisely a piece of Hundred Turbidity Stone that had flowed from his hands back then, helping Madam Huanyong complete the foundation of her natal magical treasure, the "Purple Dust Red Dust Lamp", and thereby allowing her to break through bottlenecks and advance further.
The provenance of that Hundred Turbidity Stone