The woman beside the man looked only eighteen or nineteen, peerlessly gorgeous, yet carrying an air of heroic valor. Her skin was whiter than snow.
A long sky-blue dress traced out her body's breathtaking curves. As its hem fluttered in the wind, the gauze around her calves occasionally rolled up, revealing a stretch of smooth, snowy flesh.
Even Mu Lian, who had always been quite proud of her looks and figure, immediately felt ashamed of her own inferiority at a single glance.
Mu Lian did not know the man, but the woman looked somewhat familiar, as though she had seen her somewhere before. Yet no matter how she searched her memory, she could not recall where.
Moreover, after carefully sweeping the two people opposite her with her Divine Sense, Mu Lian's pretty face turned pale.
Their auras were shifting and indistinct within her Divine Sense; she could not determine their cultivation at all.
With her intelligence, she naturally understood what that meant: their cultivation was so powerful that she could not probe it.
She had already entered the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Cultivators of the same realm could generally be sensed; they could not possibly be as inscrutable as this.
Blocked by people like this, cold sweat seeped down Mu Lian's back in an instant. She had no time to think and immediately bowed in salute.
"Esteemed Seniors, we are from the Phantom Sect..."
At the same time, someone else spoke.
"Young Master? You... you are Young Master..."
It was Sun Guoshu's voice.
At this moment, he had already taken a step off the gu insect, his mouth hanging wide open. He looked as though he wanted to rush forward, yet was too shocked and doubtful to do so, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.
"Hehehe, I knew there