Chapter 592: Are You from the Yaochi Holy Land?

The Saintess of Yaochi stood alone, her long, jet-black hair fluttering in the wind. She gave off neither an oppressive aura nor any trace of killing intent. But Harta, who knew her well, could tell that the Saintess's techniques were much sharper than before. The three old monks steadied themselves and looked at the Saintess of Yaochi, their faces full of shock and disbelief. If the Saintess had relied on some outside power, they could at least make sense of it, but that last move was all her own...