On the top of the Zuowang Mountain, the wind was howling.

Su Li lifted the strands of hair fluttering in the wind over her ears and said calmly, “Fellow Practitioner Fang, what do you want to say?”

Fang Yuan stood behind Su Li, staring at her back. He quietly clenched his fists due to his inner apprehension, “Are you...the descendant of the Ghost Clan that made a big surprise back then? That...mysterious woman who killed the Grand Elder of Han ...