"There are men in the Hundred Flower Valley..."
The originally icy expression of the woman gradually became shrouded in frost.
Despite appearing like a delicately crafted little junior sister.
But to a cultivator of such high realm like her, who had studied the Heavenly Secret Calculation, the distinction between Yin and Yang, male and female energies couldn't be hidden.
The woman extended her pale, slender palm, intending to immediately seize the little brat disguised as a girl infiltrating the Hundred Flower Valley, but in the next moment, she suddenly paused.
Amidst the vibrant energies of the female disciples.
Mo Hua's aura of cause and effect was pure white like clouds in the sky, clear like a spring of water, and even...
Had a hint of familiarity.
Familiar?
The woman's expression seemed momentarily wistful.
In her wistfulness, there was a hint of pain.
She pondered for a moment, then slowly lowered her palm, her bright, flower-like eyes tightly fixed on Mo Hua.
