Misty and hazy.
Dimly lit.
Yet one could make out the peerless, graceful figure standing there, clad in a snow-white gown, like an Immortal from the Ruyue Palace—cold and beautiful.
The palace doors opened.
And such a beautiful woman appeared.
Everyone was shocked. What on earth was happening?
She was so beautiful, as if a Nine Heavenly Immortals had descended to the mortal realm.
Every gesture she made exuded a charm that could captivate anyone.
"She is not human."
An old cultivator said gravely.
"Could it be a ghost?"
Someone's face turned pale, their body involuntarily shivering.
Such a mysterious group of palaces.
It was indeed possible for some bizarre things to happen.
"It's not a ghost, it's an imprint. In the past, this woman lived here." Lin Feng said.
Hearing it was just an "imprint,"
many people were relieved.
That misty, mysterious woman walked deeper into the palace.
Into the darkness, her figure was about to vanish from people's sight.
