บท 473: Opening of the Inner Halls

"Little sister?" Han Li's gaze darted around as he studied the young woman. Her words and appearance had evoked something that he had long buried at the bottom of his heart.

"Fourth Brother, how did I get here? Didn't I die from illness many years ago? I'm scared!" The white silhouette shivered as she stood. He could see that her complexion was pale as she grew near him, appearing just like small, terrified bird.

Han Li's eyes revealed a strange expression.

This young woman who resembled his little sister was just two steps away from him.

Han Li's eyes suddenly revealed a cold glint and he raised his hand, silently shooting out a small azure sword. In an instant, it pierced right through the young woman's forehead.

The white silhouette released a tragic scream before turning into a puff of black smoke.