935 An Omnipotent's Grave

The Sun had set; it was night.

In the air, Huang Jiu Ge's wings covered up much of the sky. The white flames around her burned and made the area look wrinkly.

Ling Xian wore all white and stood with his hands behind his back, looking like an immortal who was out of the world and holy.

Against the person in black, he merely smiled. "Since you are trying to share an opportunity, why are you hiding your identity? To be concealing yourself so hard isn't exactly convincing."

"You are completely right."

The person in black spoke softly and rolled up their sleeve. The murky air around the person dissipated and the straw hat was withdrawn. What was revealed was a delicate face.

At this, Ling Xian raised an eyebrow in surprise. Then, he used his soul to scan this woman and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

All because this woman was at the peak of the original level. She was also giving him a strange wave of pressure.

"How is this? Is this making me appear more honest?"