"I'm Yang Ruxin." Yang Ruxin smiled, "Just a friendly reminder, your disguise technique was copied from us Daxuan over fifty years ago." As she spoke, she pointed to the woman in white behind her, Nian Qianqian. "See her? She's a personal disciple of the 'Thousand-faced Guanyin' You Luosha, so your trick is not even worth watching."
The woman's eyes flared with a hateful light. So these days, have all these people been watching her act indifferently?
"Tell me, what's your relationship with Mo Chou?" Nian Qianqian suddenly stepped forward and grasped the other woman's neck.
The woman shook her head forcefully. What Mo Chou, she'd never heard of her.
Nian Qianqian was not a fool; seeing that the other woman seemed genuinely unaware, she let go. She had no intention of killing anyone.
"What's going on here?" At this moment, Ming Mo rushed in. "Where's Mingyin?" he asked, looking at the woman on the ground. "Who are you?"
"Hehe." The woman suddenly laughed, "I'm your Mingyin."
