There many pretty women in the world, but the prettiest one had to be the mystic woman.
The face of the woman before him was the very same as hers. Even her eyes and her eyebrows were the same as the mystic woman's. For all intents and purposes, they were identical.
"Are you playing with me?" Han Sen frowned, looking at the green-clothed woman.
The green-clothed woman did not respond, and she merely used her umbrella like a sword. Then, she cast Heart Sword, the technique she had learned from Han Sen.
The skill's performance flowed like water, driven through a passion of hatred and overwhelming sadness.
Han Sen used Taia to block the umbrella, but it kept on coming at him. He had to keep stepping back, clearly at a disadvantage.