As those words rang out,
a graceful woman drifted in from afar through the air, descending slowly to the ground. White hair spilled over her shoulders, and the starry eyes above her veil were deep as ice, revealing neither joy nor anger as they swept over Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun.
She was dressed plainly and without ornament, yet she seemed to float above the mortal world like an immortal, without the faintest trace of worldly air upon her.
A jade-white hand reached out.
The Longyan Sword hovering in the air gave a soft hum. "Bzzzz~~~" Like a living creature, it glided into her palm.
"Wang Longyan!"
Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun's pupils contracted. Both involuntarily staggered several steps back, terror and dread flashing in their eyes. After so many years, the horrifying memories Wang Longyan had left in their minds remained as stubbornly fresh as ever.
It was her!
With one sword, she had overturned the city—dreamlike and unreal, as noble as a fairy maiden descending from the Ninth Heavens.
It was her!
Facing three opponents alone, she had brazenly slain the powerful ally they had relied upon.
Fifty years had passed. Other than her hair having turned snow-white, she had barely changed. Only her gaze had grown deeper, her aura more restrained, and yet she had become even more unfathomable.
The Liu-Zhao Clans' clansmen and retainers also grew tense and frightened, slowly backing away. Fear was fear, but quite a few still secretly watched Wang Longyan with curious eyes.
This name was equally shrouded in mystery within their two clans. By her strength alone, she had supported the Wang Clan until today, enough that even their ancestors feared her greatly.
In contrast to the Liu-Zhao Clans' sinking morale,
the Wang Clan members were exhilarated beyond measure. Ancestor Longyan