The mountain of Hehuan Peak is steep, and Albizia Albizia flowers are planted on both sides of the mountain road. It is in bloom at this time, and the pink petals are falling in the wind, which is as beautiful as a dream. But Lin Fan had no intention of admiring it. His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and hatred and vigilance were intertwined in his heart.
Ningxiang Hall is halfway up the mountain, with smoke lingering outside and soft light inside.
Lin Fan walked into the hall and his eyes instantly locked on the woman sitting in the front seat.
Wearing a red gauze skirt with complex albizia patterns embroidered on the skirt, her long hair was rolled up loosely, revealing her slender white neck. The charm between her eyebrows and eyes is exactly the same as that of Liu Ruyan in her previous life, but it has a bit more coldness and majesty of an immortal cultivator. A pair of peach-blossom eyes are looking forward, possessing a charming charm.
