Standing with Jiang Tao was an old lady dressed in loose black clothes.
Her hair was grizzled, and her face was covered with a black scarf, but even with her face covered, one could see the scars all over it.
It was not Long Xinghe, for the face had truly been injured, not disguised.
Feng Wuya stared intently at her face, that presence from before, it really seemed so familiar.
However, to his surprise, after he approached, the old woman seemed startled and hid behind Jiang Tao.
That fearful demeanor bore no trace of Star River's character.
In his eyes, there was only despair.
"Prince, you... please don't keep staring at her, it will scare her," Jiang Tao hurriedly said.
Only then did Feng Wuya realize he had been too intense and hastily averted his gaze, saying indifferently, "Sorry."
But this woman was not part of his entourage, so where did this old lady come from?
"This is..."