Wang Po suddenly turned her head,
Unknowingly, a silver-haired girl had silently appeared behind her.
The abandoned temple was dim, the moonlight ghastly pale.
The girl's figure was slender, and her appearance bore a seven or eight out of ten resemblance to Xu Qingjun, yet her aura was completely different.
Her silver hair cascaded down, within the strands were faint crimson pupils, like fire, like blood.
Cold, ruthless, with a hint of maddening frenzy
At this moment, she was tilting her head to scrutinize her, a morbid smile playing at the corners of her lips.
This girl... who is this girl?!
Wang Po had never seen her before!
She was sure this was not Xu Qingjun!
How could a little girl suddenly turn into a young woman?
"You... who are you? Where is Xu Qingjun?" Wang Po shouted harshly, secretly clutching the magical artifact hidden in her sleeve.
"Hee hee..."
The girl covered her mouth, giving a mocking laugh,
