A Special Transformation

The elvish woman quickly got up, using her dexterity to pull away. She quickly noticed that her robe had fallen off and no longer obscured her looks.

The woman quickly saw where Xiao Lin's shock was from, and green flashed in her pupils. Her voice was raspy and low, feeling closer to a man's voice as she asked, "Xiao Lin? You're Xiao Lin! I can't believe you're here!"

"Do I know you?" Xiao Lin found it strange that she knew his name.

"Asabanor gave me a picture of you long ago. Even if I die, I will remember you!" The woman clenched her teeth, her voice filled with anger.

Xiao Lin put his hand on his Holy Sword, fully on alert as he asked confusedly, "Hold on. Do I have any grudges with you?"

The woman smiled coldly. "You killed my sister, did you forget it so quickly? It's really like you otherworlders. You've never taken our lives into consideration!"