Just as he was thinking, a respectful voice sounded in his ear.
"Master!"
The speaker was, of course, Yi Qinglian.
After all, neither Fang Tangtang nor Gao Xiaomeng had a master.
'Master?' Gao Neng thought, looking at the woman beside Wuxin.
She was an exquisitely beautiful woman in a long, golden-threaded gown. Her entire being radiated a sacred, bright aura, and a pure gold crown rested upon her head.
Her age was impossible to tell.
But there was something peculiar about her eyes.
Her eyes were white.
Pure white.
As if they held no pupils.
"Qinglian, stand down. Leave this to me." The woman glanced at Yi Qinglian. Though her white eyes lacked pupils, they seemed to hold a strange, projected image.
'The legendary Saintess of the Bright Sect, the woman who was once the strongest person below the rank of Strongest, is actually blind?' The thought flashed through Gao Neng's mind.
Since Yi Qinglian called her Master, the woman's identity was obvious.
