Young master Shangguan

Her voice was like the wind from a distant time and space. She spoke in an ethereal manner, as if she was telling a story and reminiscing about something.

Her voice was like a gust of wind that entered Shui Xuan 'er's ears.

For some reason, Shui Xuan 'er didn't want to hear it.

However, her figure was still in the old house. She wanted to move, but her body seemed to be frozen.

At this moment, she could only face the woman in the ancient costume and listen to her speak.

Hearing this woman's words, Shui Xuan 'er's heart also trembled, and she felt as if she was in a trance. A few vague images also flashed through her mind.

The blurry images seemed to be scenes from ancient times.

Shui Xuan 'er shook her head hard, but many images still flashed in her mind, which were out of her control.

She looked at the old house, and she seemed to be hallucinating.

It was as if she was in an ancient time and space, and not in the present time and space.