In the void, a blood-colored halo appeared, resembling a heavenly bridge, spanning the void.
After a flash of white light, Zhou Yan appeared in this place.
However, just as he appeared, a snow-white sword was already pointed at the center of his brow.
An overwhelming pressure of death instantly bore down on him.
Even though he was somewhat prepared in his heart, facing these ghostly methods, Zhou Yan didn't have absolute confidence to escape directly.
What made it even harder for Zhou Yan to retaliate was that the person pointing the sword at him was the woman in a white gauze dress who had previously entered the white light.
"What, didn't you go to find your sweetheart for some pleasure?"
A cold voice with a hint of resentment came through, carrying a faint, delicate fragrance in its words.
"Xian Yin—"
"There's no need to call me so affectionately; there's nothing between us!"
The woman in the white gauze dress said icily.
