On the city rampart.
"Break—"
Jiang Ning mentally shouted, and his spiritual power exploded instantly.
In the blink of an eye.
The illusion before his eyes vanished, and the beautiful hot spring scenery he had just seen shattered like bubbles.
Immediately after, his mind became clear again.
His eyes also saw the woman in the black dress, light as a feather, leaping from the corner of a roof, swiftly crossing mid-air, and arriving below the steep city wall.
The next moment.
He saw the woman holding a black jade hairpin in her hand, stabbing it into the city wall, instantly making a hole, and then her figure rapidly ascended.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Ning suddenly understood.
He had a rough understanding of the woman's Martial Arts Realm.
Not yet Fifth Grade, unable to grasp Inner Breath.
"Since she's not Fifth Grade, what's there to be afraid of?"
Jiang Ning felt greatly reassured in his heart.
