"Sister Wang? Disciple?"

The immortals were once again shocked by the news.

"Bai Liyu's nominal sister Wang? So, this girl is the eldest princess of Qin, Zhao Wenjun?"

"I have heard about the various battles fought by the three human sects against the Demon Sect for a long time. Zhao Wenjun, the eldest princess of the Qin Kingdom, I don't remember that five hundred years ago, in order to save Baili Yu, she sacrificed her spiritual roots and was unable to practice for the rest of her life.

Really? It’s really unbelievable that you can win the favor of a martial artist."

"It's more than just unbelievable! Although there are no specific requirements for the official immortal level to be accepted by the disciples of Emperor Yao Temple, their minimum standard is to cultivate the body of a golden immortal. Even though the eldest princess has not lost her spiritual roots.

She successfully overcame the tribulation and became an immortal, but her qualifications, age, and cultivation are far less than what would attract the attention of a martial artist!"

"Is there some strange connection with the eldest princess of Qin in this world?"

Amidst the many shocking voices of suspicion, the eldest princess finally slowly raised her hand and took off the curtain on her head. Her face under the gauze was no longer blurry, and gradually revealed a beautiful face with slim bones.

Her complexion is as delicate as cream, like the first snowfall in the south of the Yangtze River. Between the soft green hair, which is as warm as water, she wears carved golden bodhi flowers as earrings. They are pinned to her right ear and hidden between her hair. The flower branches are elegant.

The ground hooked her ears, adding a touch of nobility to her simple Yunxue Taoist robe.

"I didn't know that the Hidden Sword was so familiar to me. Even through the cover of the magic, I can see the Hidden Sword at a glance. It's really surprising."

The woman looked towards Balian with a smile on her face. Every corner of her eyes and eyebrows were gentle and graceful, full of the loving care of an elder. When she spoke, the peaks of her lips were raised unconsciously, as if there was a touch of touching spring.

Bailian raised his head slightly, raised a finger and lightly tapped the side of his neck, as if he couldn't help but smile and said: "The method of my aunt's magic is so mysterious that I can't find it anywhere. It's just that

Auntie seems to have forgotten that after all, we are connected by blood and have a deep bond."

At first glance, this seems reasonable.

But when you think about it carefully, it's ridiculous.

Not to mention how the bond between aunt and nephew came to be so deep, Bailiyu, who respectfully called her Wang Jie, was only her brother in name only and had no actual bloodline.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, this part of Balian's speech seemed a little too nonsensical.

But Her Royal Highness the Princess, who had been smiling tenderly and tenderly just a moment ago, her face suddenly fell, and her expression became indescribably deep and solemn.

She was still staring at Balian steadily, but her dark blue eyes began to gradually reveal a hint of obscurity that swallowed up the gentle light.

The eldest princess stared at Balian dangerously for a long time, then suddenly lowered her eyes, smiled, and said softly: "Hiding a sword is a serious statement."

Bailian said: "It's not as strong as my aunt's words."

The eldest princess laughed again: "Zang Jian, are you blaming me for being nosy?"
Chapter completed!