The twilight was gloomy, and the wind that danced among the snowy forests brushed against the woman's cheek. Her long, thick eyelashes quivered gently, her expression as tranquil and indifferent as the snowy night, unaffected by the other's words.
Zangxin merely observed her for a moment and was certain of this woman's formidable nature.
A woman who could withstand six centuries without the world ever knowing her true power was not one to be easily defeated by mere words.
Zangxin pondered for a moment, then spoke again: "I'm very curious, during the Yuling Pass incident, when Sword Master Yu's spirit root was shattered and his Divine Sense destroyed, he should have perished within the six realms. If you hadn't gouged out your own spirit root to save him, who else would have done such a noble deed?"
Zhao Wenjun responded with a slight smile: "Who knows? There are always many good people in this world."
