Thunder intersected, and the woman before the blood moon raised her head, the long hair on her face fluttered, revealing her true face, she was indeed a female alchemist, her complexion was snow-white and crystal clear, her beautiful face was almost unreal, like an exiled fairy in the dust, I couldn't pick out a single thing flaw.

She was dressed in white and red shoes, hanging in front of the blood moon, with a unique temperament between a fairy and a demon, which left a deep impression on Wang Xuan.

A woman who had been dead for three thousand years looked at Wang Xuan in the interior scene. In the end, he didn't know whether it was his illusion, or the light and shadow were distorted and blurred before the interior scene disappeared. He seemed to see the woman smiling.