Duanmu Xiwei abruptly looked back, only to see a woman behind her with blood-red eyes and an unfathomably deep aura...
She had never seen Jiang Yingxue like this.
"Peak Master Jiang?"
The black-robed woman standing in the air beside the ice-blue serpent smiled. "My younger sister."
Duanmu Xiwei's heart jolted. "Little Green Peak's former peak master—Jiang Yingshuang?"
"Elder Duanmu still remembers me."
Jiang Yingshuang raised a hand and pulled back her hood, revealing a face that bore a seventy- or eighty-percent resemblance to Jiang Yingxue's, yet looked far colder.
Aboard Mount Fangcun's treasure ship, the disciples of Little Green Peak all looked shocked. With their current cultivation and standing, they had long since learned that hidden chapter of their peak's history.
It was this former peak master who had slaughtered everyone on Little Green Peak. The only one to escape alive had been her younger sister—the current Peak Master Jiang.
Jiang Yingxue stared fixedly at that figure. "Do you know—I think of you every day and every night?"
Jiang Yingshuang smiled. "My younger sister, when have I ever stopped thinking of you?"
A hint of approval seemed to enter her gaze. "Mm—you've reached the second nine heavenly tribulation too."
"If our parents were still alive, they would be delighted."
Jiang Yingxue's voice turned abruptly frigid. "What right do you have—to mention them?"
"The parents who gave you life, who raised you, both died beneath your sword."
Blood-mist killing intent erupted with a roar, surging skyward in a pillar and staining half the sky red!
Duanmu Xiwei froze. "The Seven Kills Sword Manual?"
This was a forbidden profound art that Mount Fangcun had sealed away long ago. Jiang Yingshuang had cultivated precisely this art before descending into madness and slaughtering her peak.
There had been those on the mountain who suspected