A young disciple was mesmerized and muttered to himself.

"Is this our Saint?"

"She...she's even more beautiful than the rumors say!"

"She's not just beautiful, her talent for formations is unmatched. Back then, she was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius within the Tianzhen Sect!"

Shangguan Yourong's appearance was already peerless, and after a night of irrigation, her figure became even more graceful, and her every move had a touch of mature charm.

Every step she took seemed to be stepping on the heart of everyone. Wherever she passed, the fragrance wafted through the air, making people feel excited.

The young disciple who had never seen Shangguan Yourong stared at her blankly, his eyes full of obsession.

"No wonder everyone in the Tianzhen Sect had such high hopes for her back then. Who could possibly match her talent and beauty?"

On the high platform, Ye Fan looked at the figure and even forgot to breathe.

"How could she still be alive?"

Ye Fan held the long sword given to him by Shangguan Yourong in his hand, and his fingers suddenly spasmed, as if an invisible force was tearing his nerves.

The lines on the hilt dug deep into his palm, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He only felt a chill running up his spine from his fingertips.

A familiar lotus fragrance wafted through the air, cool and distant, like a silver needle dipped in a cold pond piercing the temple.

Ye Fan's pupils suddenly contracted and his breathing suddenly stopped.

He was very familiar with this fragrance. It was the unique scent of Shangguan Yourong, the body fragrance that naturally emitted after she practiced the "Nine-Turn Lotus Sutra".

But, she had clearly already...

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Ye Fan heard the clicking sound of his cervical vertebrae turning, and as if being pulled by an invisible thread, he looked stiffly in the direction where the fragrance came from.

His throat was tight, and his voice was so hoarse it almost didn't sound like his own.

When the face as pale as paper was completely exposed to the light, the sword in Ye Fan's hand suddenly made a low vibration.

His heart sank suddenly, as if it was being gripped by an invisible hand.

"Senior Sister?"

Ye Fan's voice was trembling, almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

His eyes were fixed on that face, the face he had dreamed of countless nights.

Her eyebrows and eyes were still picturesque, but her lips were so pale that they were almost transparent, like a phantom that would disappear at any moment.

"Isn't she dead?"

Sheng Zijun's voice exploded in Ye Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, with shock and anger that was difficult to conceal.

Although she was Shangguan Yourong's master, when she saw her disciple who should have died appear alive in the sect, there was no joy on her face. Instead, she was so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out.

Sheng Zijun's eyes were like knives, staring at Shangguan Yourong as if he wanted to cut her open.

This talent is far superior to that of her disciples. With the help of her mental power, she can actually set up an immortal-level spirit gathering array.

As the leader of the Tianzhen Sect, she has to rely on a disciple. How can she bear this!

If Shangguan Yourong is allowed to grow up in the future, she will be completely marginalized.

She would never allow such a thing to happen. Since Shangguan Yourong didn't want to hand over the formation diagram of the immortal-level spirit gathering formation, she could only destroy it completely.

After so many years, she thought she could be her own clan leader in peace.

But unexpectedly, the disciple who once seemed like a nightmare to her is back again!

Ye Fan caught a glimpse of crystal powder falling from the glazed throne on the high platform. The leader of the Tianzhen Sect, who was always known for his cold moon and frost, actually crushed the entire armrest carved from ten thousand year old black ice.

A taste of rust rose in his throat, and the image that had always appeared in his dreams surged in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He tricked Shangguan Yourong into a killing array, and thought that he could use the killing array to send Shangguan Yourong to death.

But unexpectedly, this woman actually fought to the death to break the formation.

Until now, he still couldn't figure out the expression on Shangguan Yourong's face when he stabbed the seriously injured Shangguan Yourong through the heart with a sword.

“Master…”

Shangguan Yourong spoke slowly, his voice as soft as catkins drifting in the wind, yet with an indescribable weirdness.

Her eyes swept over Ye Fan and then fell on Sheng Zijun. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, revealing a half-smile.

Ye Fan felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. There was something wrong with her eyes.

The eyes that were once as clear as autumn water were now as deep as a bottomless abyss, revealing a heart-pounding coldness.

"Who...are you?"

Ye Fan's voice was low and hoarse. He raised the sword in his hand slightly, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Shangguan Yourong.

His knuckles turned white from the exertion, and shock and confusion in his heart intertwined into a chaotic vortex.

Shangguan Yourong did not answer, but gently raised her hand, her fingertips sliding across the air, bringing up a faint lotus fragrance.

Her movements were graceful and calm, yet they gave Ye Fan and Sheng Zijun a chill at the same time.