"How could…"
Su Xiaoxiao suspected that she had seen it wrongly. She picked up the portrait and looked at the woman in white carefully.
From her eyebrows to the bridge of her nose to the shape of her face, she looked at every inch.
A beauty's bones were not her skin. Even if she was old, one could see the beautiful outline of her youth.
It was Grandmaster Hui Jue.
To be precise, she looked like she was in her prime. At that time, she had yet to become a nun. She was dressed in white and looked like an immortal. It was not an exaggeration to call her a fairy.
The three of them sat in the house for a long time without saying anything.
Obviously, no one expected the truth that they had worked so hard to find to be like this.
"Could there be a mistake?" Su Mo asked.
