"Understood, understood..."
Tang Tianguang waved his hand, took Ci's hand, and turned to leave.
At that moment, a piercing cold wind swept in suddenly, carrying with it a chill that made everyone involuntarily shiver.
The previously clear sky suddenly hinted at a faint gloom.
Before anyone could react, a woman dressed in a black martial arts uniform appeared ghost-like not far away.
The woman had a graceful posture and a beautiful appearance, holding a scimitar.
The blade shimmered with a cold light, as if a thin layer of frost had formed on its edge.
This woman was Princess Wanyan Su of Nanjin Country.
Her gaze was like a sharp hook, scanning Ci back and forth, a slight curve lifting at the corner of her mouth: "Little girl, finally found you."
Ci instinctively hid behind Tang Tianguang.
Tang Tianguang's brows furrowed tightly, staring at the uninvited guest: "Who are you?"
