In an instant, the sound of metal clashing filled the air.
Clang!
A divine sword was suddenly grasped by his blood-stained fingers, violently attempted to be yanked away, but with a flash of silver, it disappeared without a trace in an instant.
However, at that very moment, the luminosity emanating from the opposite palace-dressed lady seemed to dim slightly.
Jiang Dali's gaze shifted in that direction.
He saw that the lady opposite him, although poised and graceful, was not a living person, but a statue carved from white jade, about the size of a real human. Her light yellow silk robe trembled as if alive, and what was even more peculiar were her eyes that shone brightly with vivacity.
Almost the moment Jiang Dali's gaze met the eyes of the statue, there was an extraordinarily peculiar sensation.
As if a gentle breeze had lightly parted the eyes of the spirit, dust-covered memories buried deep within his consciousness began to awaken.
