A fragrant breeze entered the hall.
A stream of light descended from the sky and landed at the end of the stone steps.
There was no overwhelming killing intent as expected, nor any Tribulation Crossing stage pressure sweeping in all directions.
Instead, a wisp of cold, clear aura slowly spread along the stone steps.
The look of joy that had just appeared on Xu Qingfeng's face froze slightly in that instant.
Feng Jianxing's brows also lifted.
He had already prepared himself to keep fighting for his life, but the figure that entered his sight made a flash of shock pass through his eyes.
The stream of light dispersed.
A plain dress, features cold and clear.
The newcomer held an ancient, simple jade disc in her palm. Upon the jade disc, points of light flickered uncertainly.
As the points of light flowed, they faintly echoed the remnants of formation marks deep within the Stone Hall.
Seeing the newcomer, Su Shi'er's pupils could not help shrinking slightly, and great surprise rose in his heart.
It was actually her?
After so many years apart, the woman before him seemed even colder and more detached than she had in the past.
But that outline of brows and eyes—he absolutely could not mistake it.
"Fellow Daoist... Yun?"
As the words left his mouth, Su Shi'er's tone carried a trace of surprise as well.
The one who had come was none other than someone from the Mist Hidden Sect of Cang Mountain in years past—Yun Wuxia.
Since their last meeting, perhaps a thousand years had already passed.
Su Shi'er had never expected that he would see her again in this place.
Aside from his surprise, a measure of vigilance could not help rising in Su Shi'er's heart.
After so long, it was truly hard to say