Tu Xiao'an was a force to be reckoned with. No matter how the Black Swamp churned, his movements didn't slow in the slightest.
The white pavilion lay ahead. Using Shift Form and Position, Tu Xiao'an leaped inside.
The swamp, however, immediately grew still.
Inside the pavilion, the stunningly beautiful figure still had her back to Tu Xiao'an. She hadn't moved an inch from the start.
"Who are you? Turn around."
Tu Xiao'an spoke calmly. From the back, she truly did bear a striking resemblance to Luo Ziyun. Dressed in white, her silhouette alone was enough to make one's heart skip a beat.
At Tu Xiao'an's words, the woman's delicate frame trembled slightly as she slowly began to turn.
As she turned, she revealed a face of breathtaking beauty. Her eyes twinkled like distant stars, tinged with a certain iciness. Her entire being radiated a cold indifference that kept the world at arm's length.
"Ziyan, it really is you!"
