Wang Xiao stared at the next Sword Holder of Celestial Sword Mountain, who stood before him sopping wet and speaking with a regional accent, and was momentarily stunned.
'So, this girl had apparently gone off to catch fish somewhere.'
Wang Xiao had the urge to facepalm.
'Coming to the Wilderness to catch fish... She's certainly bold.'
No wonder Li Jiuyan's face always showed a hint of helpless resignation whenever he mentioned the next Sword Holder of Celestial Sword Mountain.
Wang Xiao placed his palms together and bowed. "Amitabha. This humble monk is Wu Chen. Greetings, Benefactor."
He sized up the next Sword Holder of Celestial Sword Mountain before him.
Washed clean by the water, the dirt and grime on her face were gone, revealing delicate features.
She had an oval face, willow-leaf brows, and, beneath long lashes, eyes like a pool of azure water.
The reflection in her eyes was bright and dazzling!
A few strands of black hair clung to the side of her face.
