He felt inexplicably refreshed. But something is missing... Yes, the voice from before was nicer.
Fortunately, Elder Yan's gaze still held that calm yet piercing sharpness, a kind of world-weary disdain for all beings. That kind of gaze... just one look was truly marvelous.
"Well... yes," Wang Mu nodded.
"Who?" Elder Yan asked.
Wang Mu hesitated, finding the question difficult to answer. Ever since he had given her the sword, he felt his relationship with Elder Yan had become somewhat delicate. A question like this, I absolutely can't answer it the way I would with Mu Lanxue... otherwise...
An idea struck Wang Mu. "A swordswoman," he said.
"What kind of swordswoman?"
Wang Mu pondered, then said, "A mysterious swordswoman dressed in white. She has a fiery temper but is also chivalrous and warm-hearted. However, I can't quite recall her appearance."
Yan Qingwu said softly, "Is that so?"
"Yes," Wang Mu nodded.
