"Merging the three complete martial skills, although the cultivation techniques aren't perfectly compatible, he had forcibly carved his own path."
From the treetop branches, the figure spoke and slightly flickered, then abruptly disappeared, reappearing seven feet in front of Zhou Ping'an. Curiously sizing up Zhou Ping'an, he smiled and said,
"You are definitely not him, and if I guess right, Li Yuan, who once occupied this body, is already dead."
"How can you tell?"
Zhou Ping'an sheathed his sword.
It's hard to strike someone who's smiling. The person speaking was a youthful beauty of about eighteen or nineteen, her face full of collagen.
While not stunningly beautiful, her brows were open and expressive, her tone gentle, and her radiant, smiling face made her very pleasant to look at.
Most importantly,
the movement technique this young woman used to descend from the treetop was too advanced.