At this moment, not far in front of Xiao Tian, at the entrance of the temple, stood a graceful woman clad in black, her face entirely obscured by a veil. She exuded an ethereal presence, her demeanor otherworldly.
Though the woman was masked, an overwhelming sense of familiarity surged in Xiao Tian's heart. He was completely stunned, about to speak.
The woman, however, had already turned away indifferently, her steps slow. Clearly, she intended to leave.
"Pff!"
Just as Xiao Tian was in a daze, the few remaining shadowy figures around attacked simultaneously, landing several palms directly on Xiao Tian's back and chest.
Because of the woman's appearance, Xiao Tian was unprepared. After taking several hits, he spat a mouthful of blood.
However, at this moment, Xiao Tian's attention was not on the shadowy figures at all.
