A woman sat elegantly on a large stone, wearing a light purple dress. Her head was lowered, obscuring her features, while her snow-white, jade-like hands held onto a pitch-black longsword with focused intensity.
Chen Mobai didn't know who this woman was, but instinctively felt that she could likely be Ancestor Baiguang.
After all, this was Wangxian Peak.
And among the sword-wielding women, none were more renowned than her.
At the thought, Chen Mobai's heart stirred. He entered the state of the Guidance Book, aiming to etch this scene firmly into his mind. Perhaps it contained some heaven-shaking sword intent.
Yet quickly, he discovered—
Though he could vividly recall the form and posture of the woman in the light purple dress, the pitch-black longsword she held remained elusive in his memory.
Was this Ancestor Baiguang's Lifebound Flying Sword?
Chen Mobai's face revealed hints of suspicion and awe.
