The voice was low yet very clear.
It was unmistakably a woman's voice.
Perhaps it was the sediment of years that made the voice sound a bit strange, unlike that of an old woman who had lived for a long time.
The three of them looked over at the same time.
Below that pavilion, it resembled a pitch-black maw.
As soon as the voice faded.
A snow-white figure sprang out.
Whoosh!
The white figure hung in the air and slowly descended.
Finally, with a light tap of her toes on the pavilion, she landed on top.
White clothes, white shoes, white hair... what was surprising, however, was her facial features resembled those of an eighteen-year-old girl, pale and cold.
Her slender figure, combined with her snow-white sleeves and outfit, the spotless aura of an immortal, made the atmosphere around them grow tense and oppressive.
Indeed, a mysterious and powerful being resided within the Nine Layers Hall.
But...
Why did she look so young!?
