"I can hardly believe it!" In the temple, the white-clothed woman stood gracefully, her long black hair and the white silk ribbon around her slender waist gently fluttering.
The scripture on the wall held no secrets for her, she had pondered it for a long time, but still couldn't master it.
Qin Ming was quite frank, saying, "When I sparred with the elder just now, I governed the All Laws with this scripture meaning."
The white-clothed woman was lost in thought. More than anyone, she knew how difficult this scripture was to train because, with her talent, she couldn't even start. It was a pit deliberately dug by that old man long ago.
She had heard people talk about it.
But had this rough-clothed young man in front of her already demonstrated it in actual combat?
Her breathtaking face under the black hair showed a complex expression.
