Ying Ji did not say a word. Her face, usually pale, appeared even more so at the moment. Her brow was deep-set, almost gloomy, and her pupils were dark, though they did not evoke a sense of killing intent, they made one's heart cold without reason.
She slowly stood up, looking up at the sky. A wild wind arose, blowing the people's hair, forcing everyone to struggle to keep their eyes open.
In the moment their vision returned, the woman before the door had already vanished, like a ghost in the night, leaving no trace of her presence.
Yin Baishuang felt her heart slowly sinking, vaguely guessing something, and without hesitation, summoned the Han Zhi Sword, controlling the sword to chase into the sky.
Li Jiujiu was dumbstruck upon seeing Yin Baishuang summoning the Han Zhi Sword.
"Han Zhi Sword... how could it be the Han Zhi Sword..."
