Wind rises in the mountains, wild grasses bow their heads.
The Veiled Taoist Nun's gaze softened, the fierceness gradually dissipating, and in her astonishment a trace of gentleness emerged.
That glance, like an autumn lake, held a sense of déjà vu.
"Imp, have we met before?" The Taoist nun looked at Zhou Dao and suddenly asked.
"I haven't had the pleasure." Zhou Dao's heart tightened, and he hastily replied.
He had encountered numerous Experts like Sword Pillar, mysterious like Sword Pillar, and natural like Heavenly Pillar. However, none had a temperament like the Taoist nun before him, who seemed ethereal yet harbored a heart of battle. Her angry thoughts were difficult to conceal beneath her noble demeanor.
The Veiled Taoist Nun fell silent for a moment, a touch of sadness flashing in her eyes.
Time passed like water, and just now, she really felt a bit bewildered. The eyebrows and eyes that were vaguely familiar seemed like a person from the past had returned.