In the blink of an eye, the beautiful woman was on the verge of death.
"Still not dead?"
The gaunt man glanced at the beautiful woman and frowned, "It seems my current power is too weak."
Even though he was the Emperor Xuanming in his previous life, he had been dead for too long. Now, having resurrected through body seizing, restoring his original power wasn't something that could be done overnight.
"Steward Shu."
Several disciples from the Frost Hall rushed over.
The beautiful woman had once been a genius of the Frost Hall, but after failing to reach the Xuanming Realm, she resigned from her position as a disciple and became a steward of the sect.
Her father was an influential elder of the sect.
Yan Su was her father's apprentice, and having interacted frequently, over time, feelings naturally developed between them.
"Who exactly are you?"
The beautiful woman's eyes were full of hatred.
"The dead don't need to know so much."
