Inside the Blood Robe Tower, Skull Mountains Marketplace.
Lü Yang had only just withdrawn his sense from the Myriad-Soul Banner when his vision dimmed. His brows knitted slightly as he lifted his gaze to the distant horizon.
In the very next beat, a streak of light rose beneath his feet. He rode it into the air, landing at the edge of the market.
A radiant brilliance was already hurtling from afar, arriving in the blink of an eye. The light condensed, revealing a tall, valiant woman who stepped forward without the slightest hesitation.
"...A fellow Daoist of the Sword Pavilion?"
Having practiced the "Supreme Heaven Sword Mastery" himself, Lü Yang recognized her with one glance. He cupped his hands politely. "Lü Yang. May I have fellow Daoist's name?"
"Yun Miaozhen."
The moment the name left her lips, Lü Yang's eyes narrowed. Yun Miaozhen… Yun Miaoqing. A resemblance impossible to ignore.
"So fellow Daoist has come to retrieve a fellow disciple?"
