The woman in the Profound Robe with a green veil had an indistinct face, but her presence felt extremely pure and cold. Only her beautiful eyes seemed to flow with brilliance, leaving an impression simply unforgettable.
If someone merely had a few interactions with Shen Xingzhu, they would definitely not suspect a thing.
From head to toe, from aura to the pressure of her cultivation, this person unmistakably appeared to be Shen Xingzhu herself.
Especially now, when hardly anyone had seen Shen Meinan.
But to Chen Kuang, the difference between these two sisters was as clear as the distinction between a strawberry and a cherry.
There was simply no comparison at all.
Just by seeing those eyes for a split second, Chen Kuang could tell that the person standing in front was Shen Meinan, not Shen Xingzhu.
