"Who... are you?"
Tushan Jing Ci stared coldly at the woman in the Daoist Robe before her, her gaze as sharp as a blade.
This woman, from her figure to her face, was a near-perfect copy of herself. There was no difference at all.
Could the other woman be intentionally using a transformation to look like her?
Tushan Jing Ci felt that was absolutely impossible!
As a descendant of the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox clan, she possessed a natural, keen intuition for Illusion Techniques.
No one in this world could deceive her eyes with an Illusion Technique.
"We have met before, fifty years ago in Tushan," the woman in the Daoist Robe said slowly, her voice identical to Tushan Jing Ci's.
"Fifty years ago... Tushan..." A flicker of doubt appeared in Tushan Jing Ci's eyes.
But soon, her eyes lit up, and she stared at the other woman in utter disbelief.
"It's you!"
Tushan Jing Ci remembered.
