The body was constantly spinning, flying into the vortex. Despite Feng Qingyu's protective Gang Qi, she still felt a wave of dizziness in her brain, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.
Suddenly, a scene swiftly flashed before her eyes.
She saw an elderly lady with a wrinkled face flying toward a stern man in a shattered battle armor within a semi-transparent, crystal-like space barrier, delivering a fierce palm strike. Her appearance was so haggard, her figure so heavy, yet her expression was so resolute!
The man's face broke into a ferocious cold smile, and he also rose to meet her strike with one of his own.
In a flash, the figures of both disappeared from view.
"Grandmother!" Mu Hanyan's heart trembled. Wasn't the elderly lady her grandmother, Luo Shuiyi? Compared to the last time she saw her in the Heavenly Secret Mirror, her grandmother's appearance was even older and more haggard, as if she was at the end of her rope.
