After Wang Yufan finished speaking, Changtian looked at Wang Yufan with a puzzled expression, then fixed his gaze on Li Meng'er.
Changtian saw the beautiful face beneath Li Meng'er's mask; he hadn't paid much attention before.
But as he continued to look, a faint, intertwined scythe mark on Li Meng'er's brow made Changtian pause in surprise.
His eyes then burst with golden light as he continued to examine it. Indeed, it was a scythe mark, and he quickly searched his mind for its origin and meaning.
He closed his eyes in contemplation, and suddenly, his eyes snapped open.
"Is she a Rakshasa Body? That kind of scythe mark, in my memory, only matches the ancient divine body, the Rakshasa Body," Changtian said to Wang Yufan.
Wang Yufan smiled and said, "You've figured out a bit, but as far as I know, there are still some things you haven't mentioned, or perhaps you've forgotten."
