"Fellow Daoist Desolate, how much do you know about that Sword Immortal Maiden?"
The alluring woman looked toward Shi Hao, who sat cross-legged on a cushion on the other side, and asked.
Shi Hao opened his eyes and slowly said, "She is someone who will never stop moving forward."
At these words, the three middle-aged men and the young people all froze. What kind of answer was that? Did it carry some deeper meaning?
"Fellow Daoist Desolate, could you explain?"
Another young man spoke, hoping Shi Hao would make himself a little clearer.
"She has already walked ahead of everyone. When you see her, you'll naturally understand."
Shi Hao was unwilling to say more.
This made them even more curious. Judging by Shi Hao's tone, he clearly held that Sword Immortal Maiden in considerable esteem.
It was truly astonishing that a prodigy like him, who had cultivated three strands of immortal aura, would speak of someone this way.
As his words fell, a strange fluctuation came from the void. A rift appeared, and a graceful figure stepped out.
Everyone looked over, and an uproar immediately broke out. "The Sword Immortal Maiden is here!"
The newcomer wore purple robes, her purple hair hazy as clouds and mist. Tall and gracefully curved, she possessed a dreamlike beauty. Her purple jade hairpin was crystal clear, and two tassels of purple jade beads swayed in the wind, lending her an ethereal air untouched by the mortal world.
Most captivating of all were her eyes, clear as glass. Their lotus-shaped pupils gave her an added touch of alluring, bewitching beauty.
If "immortal maiden" was the world's highest praise for a peerless beauty, then Yun Ying deserved it fully, possessing not only the appearance but also the spirit.
Even the two immortal maidens from the Nine