A reunion after a century, a secret art of heaven's mysteries; clues to an ancient treasure, striving for core formation

Inside the Secret Shop in Origin Immortal City.

"It was actually-her?!"

That was Lin Changheng's first reaction when he "saw" the female cultivator in the crowd. He could not help being startled.

So he immediately changed his words without missing a beat and chose her.

"Of course, Senior!"

The Black-Robed Old Woman followed Lin Changheng's pointing finger. Her cloudy gaze settled on the woman standing toward the back, off to one side, as she spoke with a fawning smile.

Seeing that the woman still had her head lowered, however, her expression darkened with displeasure. Clearly, this display of "poor training" made her feel thoroughly humiliated!

"Hmph!"

The Black-Robed Old Woman's thin, shriveled lips moved slightly, sending a cold, harsh voice transmission straight into the female cultivator's ears. The latter's mind shuddered. Startled, she hastily came to her senses.

She also raised her head from the shadows, revealing a pretty face.

She was indeed lovely, with cherry-red lips and peach-tinted cheeks set in a delicate oval face. Without a trace of powder or rouge, her skin was fair and captivating.

Her peach-blossom eyes did not turn toward Lin Changheng. Instead, she immediately looked at the Black-Robed Old Woman, a humble plea in her gaze.

The Black-Robed Old Woman's lips continued moving. Whatever reprimand she delivered had an immediate effect: the female cultivator's face grew even paler, and she turned both her gaze and her pretty face toward Lin Changheng.

She-was to attend to this man.

But white mist obscured Lin Chang's face and figure. The female cultivator could not see through it at all, as though she were facing a faceless man. The weight on her heart needed no explanation.

She did not recognize Lin Changheng, but Lin Changheng knew her inside and out!

And he had recognized her in an