Jing Jiu and Jing Yang in the portrait gazed at each other. It was apparent that the one outside the portrait looked more handsome.
Though Jing Jiu was not the former Jing Yang, his expressions and temperament were still pretty much the same as Jing Yang.
Hearing his statement "I'll do it today", Nan Wang had the above thoughts. She walked toward the outside of the small building while shaking her head.
The sunlight shone on a nameless small stream after passing through the thin fog on the peak and the tree branches; it became dimmer and more chaotic after being reflected by the water, which corresponded with her sword strings and her current mood.
She looked like a pretty mountain ghost as she traveled upwards swiftly by stepping on the rocks by the stream with her jade-white bare feet.
The crisp sound of the silvery bell was similar to the laughter she had had before.