"Gu Yifan, are you tired of living?"

A cold voice fell, followed by a sword light sweeping in, piercing fiercely through Gu Yifan's palm.

Gu Yifan's expression changed, and true energy burst from his palm, shattering the sword light, but he still staggered back a few steps.

Everyone was shocked and couldn't help but look into the distance. There stood a woman in white, riding swiftly on a giant cloud sparrow. Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, cold and noble, unlike any mortal woman, akin to a celestial maiden from the moon. Who else could it be but Yun Qingyao?