Fang Hao recognized the person on the stone platform immediately; it was Princess Mu Yijing.
However, the Grand Princess before him was completely different from the noble, cold, and imposing Nascent Soul Great Expert he remembered!
She wore a simple white dress, her hair was casually pinned up with a wooden hairpin, her face was deathly pale without a trace of blood, her lips were slightly blue, and her forehead was covered in fine, cold sweat that trickled down her cheeks.
She sat cross-legged on the stone platform, her hands forming seals, but her body was trembling uncontrollably.
The aura radiating from her was extremely unstable, fluctuating high and low—at times sharp like a drawn sword, and at other times weak like a flickering candle flame.
It was chaotic, violent, and mixed with an indescribable... cold Evil Qi.
Even more striking were the wisps of pitch-black energy writhing around her like living things, exuding an ominous aura.
