"Master!"
Qian Zhuyan saw the figure clad in dark armor, holding a whip mace-like weapon etched with Dao marks, and immediately called out, his cold, hoarse voice filled with joy.
However, Lu Changsheng did not respond to Qian Zhuyan immediately.
Instead, his eyes were full of surprise and doubt as he looked ahead at the woman holding a pale golden magical sword, dressed in a colorful palace dress, with a tall and graceful figure.
The woman in the colorful dress also looked at Lu Changsheng.
Her beautiful eyes, glowing with a faint blush, were filled with the same surprise, doubt, and disbelief as Lu Changsheng's.
"Hmm!?"
Even though the Land of Eternal Night was pitch black, Qian Zhuyan could still discern from their exchanged glances that something was amiss.
Did the Master know this female cultivator?
Taking a closer look.
Her long, black, elegant hair was coiled up, with a Colorful Phoenix Feather Hairpin slanted in place.
