"Who's there?"
Yang Xiaoyun watched as Yu Lingxin's pupils faintly contracted.
Although this woman was merely standing there, her figure seemed to blend into one with the rocks under her feet and the trees behind her.
As if she could disappear into them at any moment, leaving not a trace behind.
At the same time, within those cold, detached eyes of hers lurked an extremely profound killing intent.
This killing intent wasn't aimed at them, but rather a deep accumulation, as if her years and her entire life were enshrouded in this murderous aura.
Contained but unreleased, like the water in a deep well.
If it were to burst forth, it would undoubtedly cause a massive upheaval.
Yu Lingxin glanced at Yang Xiaoyun, slightly raised her eyebrows, and chose to sit down, exhaling a gentle breath:
"My name is Yu Lingxin."
She didn't hide her name from Yang Xiaoyun, even though, in her view, her own name was akin to a taboo.
For some, it was a death warrant potent enough to kill.
