The cool and sharp blade gently pressed against the woman's delicate skin, slicing through it as if cutting through tofu, penetrating into the muscle and bones, probing the mysteries within...
For some reason, a long string of images suddenly appeared before Zhao Chenlu's eyes.
The Celestial Divine Sword remained at the woman's chest, without advancing further, but Zhao Chenlu seemed to see all the subsequent steps.
It wasn't foresight, but a recollection.
As people age, humans tend to fall into reminiscing.
On Xiangzhou Continent, where the average life span barely exceeds a century and even cultivators rarely live beyond a few hundred, the 17-year-old Zhao Chenlu, with hundreds of years of life experience, similarly finds herself prone to reminiscing.
