As the voice rang out, everyone's expressions drastically changed, and Chu Lingxian looked as if she had seen a ghost, hopping behind Xie Tian in an instant.
Xie Tian's heart stirred, and taking advantage of the moment everyone turned their heads, he swept his hand across his own throat. Not only did the wound heal, but there was also not a trace of blood left. Following that, he flicked two fingers, shooting a wisp of pure yang energy toward the Sword Cultivator youth's shoulder.
Having done all this in the blink of an eye, Xie Tian finally turned to face what was before him.
Entering his vision was a young girl in white.
The girl had a delicate face, with beautiful features, appearing to be about sixteen or seventeen. Her bright, large eyes sparkled with a light that was both willful and capricious.
Just the sight of the girl's eyes stirred something within Xie Tian, and he couldn't help but be reminded of a certain woman he had met in his life.
