Chapter 565: Northern Emperor (5)
High above in the clouds of the Guanghon mountain range.
The woman who had been lounging as if in her own bed amidst the pale air straightened her back. She wore a white, wind-patterned robe like an emperor’s dragon robe. The rustling sound of her sleeve folding was sly and languid.
“That fellow suits the silver mask well.”
The woman, seated in lotus position midair, murmured softly. She was quite good at talking to herself.
“If mine hadn’t been destroyed before, they would’ve made a fine pair. But then again, using my family name for a title—what’s the meaning of that...?”
Tap, tap.
At the same time, she tapped the blade resting under her chin with her index finger.
Each time, a faint wave rippled out, and the air around her face shimmered faintly like summer sunlight.
Her smooth brow furrowed slightly.
“Old man, isn’t your sword energy a bit too much? You’ll mess up my transformation.”
“A transformation? How unbecoming of the Master of the Myung Sect. Can’t even reveal your real face?”
The old swordsman who held the blade to her chin spoke. He, too, stood in midair like a star fixed in the sky.