The girl in white gazed at the sculpture, utterly absorbed, seemingly unaware of his arrival.
Chu Xisheng merely looked her up and down appreciatively before withdrawing his gaze.
She was probably from Extreme Eastern Ice City.
Earlier, outside Hundun Hall, Su Fengdao had deduced from the sword marks that a martial cultivator from Extreme Eastern Ice City might recently have fought a member of the Ruin Race who commanded necromantic power here.
Chu Xisheng found the girl somewhat unfathomable.
At first glance, the girl in white seemed delicate, but on closer inspection, he discovered that her bearing was exceptionally cold, like an iceberg.
Her spiritual presence and primordial qi were also desolately cold, like flecks of ice scattered from an iceberg-not merely freezing, but sharp-edged and fiercely keen.
Even Chu Xisheng's Divine Consciousness was obstructed by that chill, making it difficult to discern her cultivation.
She felt as though she was at the fifth or sixth rank, yet perhaps beyond that.
But she certainly was not the person who had left the sword marks outside Hundun Hall.
That person's sword intent had left enduring traces that even the power of eternity within the Ruins of Return could not quickly wear away, showing just how formidable their swordsmanship was.
At the time, Chu Xisheng had even glimpsed a measure of wariness in his master Su Fengdao's eyes.
That had to be an expert powerful enough to stand on equal footing with Su Fengdao.
Chu Xisheng guessed that this girl was most likely a junior of that expert.
Regardless, the right course was to avoid provoking her.
His situation was already dire enough; he could not afford another powerful enemy.
Without hesitation, Chu Xisheng took a blood-red pine branch from his sleeve and tossed it onto the nearby ground.
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