"You, you are..."
Outside the east gate of Cyan Simurgh Hall, in a secluded palace path, Si Mingcheng's face, originally full of urgency, was now full of shock.
The petite and gentle female cultivator Ming Chou before him slowly grew taller, her appearance shifting from innocent to alluring, and finally transforming into a face familiar yet alien to Si Mingcheng.
This face had grown up with Si Mingcheng in the Si Family since childhood.
Si Mingcheng watched her change from pure and cute to charmingly beautiful, then to the desperate despair after the Si Family's massacre, and finally into this lasciviously enchanting appearance on Zhenyang Mountain, culminating in the face before him...
A face full of seductive allure yet brimming with murderous intent.
"Si Minglan?!"
Si Mingcheng retreated repeatedly, raising his hand to point at the woman in front of him:
"Weren't you dead?"
