Hundred Sects Tournament: Golden Core Finals (8)

Ling Anxin moved swiftly through the vast Snow Realm.

She needed to reunite with Zhou Wan as soon as possible—the sudden attack from Su Zhaoyang had disrupted their original rhythm, but their core objective had never changed: gather enough strength and deal with Qu Lin, the most overwhelmingly dominant threat, first.

She feared no frontal assault, and it was true that she had mastered all eighteen martial arts. But at the root of it, she was still better at controlling techniques and suppressing enemies from mid to long range. To clash head-on with a pure strength-based body cultivator like Qu Lin? Ling Anxin was proud, not stupid.

Yet just as she swept past a frozen lake, a figure appeared three zhang ahead of her without warning.

The person stood atop the lake's thin ice, snow-white hair tied high. A fitted white short outfit outlined her slender, athletic figure. A stroke of bewitching purple eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes made her already beautiful, seductive face all the more coldly enchanting.

Most striking of all was her complexion—not the fair skin common among sheltered young ladies, but a wheat-colored hue as though she had basked in sunlight for years, brimming with vigorous life. Against the gleaming white reflection of the snow, it showed a unique luster and wild beauty.

Flying Star Manor, Bai Moyu.

She had appeared so abruptly, yet so naturally, as though she had been standing there all along and Ling Anxin had only just noticed her.

Ling Anxin stopped instantly, her right hand quietly settling on the rope dart at her waist.

Bai Moyu's gaze swept across Ling Anxin. Her upturned phoenix eyes held undisguised scrutiny and pride. She said nothing, merely tilted her head slightly as a faint, ambiguous smile curled her lips.

The next instant,