After being sentenced to death, she came to her senses.

Fang Xiaoran, not to be outdone, cleverly avoided him and distanced herself from him.

"The Ghost Shadow Step is a secret technique he doesn't pass on to outsiders. What exactly is your relationship with him?"

The woman's murderous intent surged, and she held nothing back.

Fang Xiaoran was already seriously injured and had not yet recovered to her peak condition, so her chances of winning against her were really slim.

During their fight, Fang Xiaoran finally realized why Meng Po was the guardian of the fiftieth floor; she was indeed very strong, stronger than anyone she had encountered before.

However, it is still uncertain who will win between Yinhe and her, since Yinhe did not use her full strength.

While dealing with him, Fang Xiaoran also asked coldly, "What is your relationship with him, and why are you so concerned?"

Seeing that Fang Xiaoran did not answer, the woman stared intently at her, finally landing on her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes darkened, "You and she are very similar."

As soon as she finished speaking, she made a swift move, as fast as lightning. The golden hairpin in her hand turned into a phantom, impossible to catch. Fang Xiaoran tried her best to dodge. In a short time, they had exchanged dozens of blows. If this continued, Fang Xiaoran would find it difficult and fear that she would not be able to keep up.

"Who are you talking about?" Fang Xiaoran narrowed her eyes, already having a guess.

The woman did not answer, but instead struck with her palm. The palm wind was extremely fierce, as if it were mixed with a chill. Fang Xiaoran's expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly dodged to the side, but was still hit on the left shoulder by the palm wind.

In an instant, a bone-chilling cold spread along the meridians, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the entire arm.

Fang Xiaoran gritted her teeth and quickly circulated her internal energy to resist the cold.

However, this cold air was all-pervasive, directly invading all her meridians, making her feel as if she were in an ice cave, and even her breath condensed into white frost.

She staggered backward, but the woman launched another attack, forcing Fang Xiaoran to make a move.

After several exchanges, Fang Xiaoran was already struggling, while the woman's attacks became increasingly fierce. With each move, Fang Xiaoran would suffer considerable injuries, and the cold energy would coursing through her meridians. If this continued, even if she wasn't killed by the woman, the cold energy would surely kill her if it entered her heart meridian.

The woman only needs to leave her without any chance to resist the cold, and she will win without a fight.

Xiao Ran's breathing became more and more rapid, each breath carrying tiny ice crystals, and her fingertips had turned bluish-purple from the extreme cold.

She barely managed to dodge the woman's sweeping golden hairpin, but the sharp wind still grazed her shoulder. Before the blood could flow, the wound was frozen by the cold air.

At this rate, she has no chance of winning.

It seems we have no choice but to give it our all.

Fang Xiaoran let out a long breath, turned her wrist, and gathered her inner strength in her palm. The tiny dust particles in the space were attracted to her, like frost flying everywhere, and swirled and condensed in her palm.

Then, she unleashed a palm strike and summoned the Gu spirit, which attached itself to the tiny specks of dust. In an instant, the entire space shimmered with silvery-white light, as if the entire starry sky had been illuminated.

Fang Xiaoran narrowed her gaze, and countless tiny Gu worms, as fine as dust, erupted with the cold energy, cascading like a galaxy, enveloping the entire space in flowing starlight.

Seeing this, the woman frantically waved her golden hairpin to block, but the tiny rays of light could not stop them. They instantly pierced through her body, leaving countless tiny bloodstains. However, she was dressed in red, so the bleeding was not visible. Only a dense, stinging pain came from all over her body.

"This is..." Looking at the dazzling silver light that filled the entire space, the woman's expression changed for the first time. This was a completely unfamiliar territory to her, one that she had never seen before. The silver light was like a flowing life force, even more terrifying than the cold energy she used, leaving no place to hide.

Fortunately, this relatively small space also gave Fang Xiaoran room to maneuver.

Of course, it also takes a huge toll on Fang Xiaoran herself. Every time she uses the Gu Spirit Secret Technique, it will shorten her lifespan, which is why Fang Xiaoran is unwilling to use it.

She had no choice but to use it now. She had prepared for it before the trial, treating it as a last resort. Although it would be costly, she was confident that she could subdue her opponent. Otherwise, how could she have dared to come here to challenge in such a severely injured state?

"I'm sorry, I have to go, so let's stop here." Fang Xiaoran coughed up blood, but her expression remained unchanged, only her hands kept moving.

The dust, imbued with the Gu spirit, suddenly transformed into a dazzling tide of light, and countless silver-white fireflies burst forth from her fingertips, weaving into crisscrossing star trails in the air.

Every grain of dust spun rapidly, expanding and transforming into a glowing phantom of a Gu worm. Fang Xiaoran's clothes fluttered, and she was surrounded by flowing starlight. She raised her hand and waved it lightly, and the pillar of light crashed down like a cascading Milky Way, burning fine star patterns into the blue bricks it passed through.

The woman's phoenix crown fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Her red dress and black hair fluttered down like a falling butterfly, leaving behind only a strong smell of blood.

Blood stained her red dress, leaving a long, bloody shadow behind her. The starlight made her face appear even paler.

Fang Xiaoran glanced at the woman, her face ashen, and with a wave of her hand, the starlight dissipated. She turned and strode away.

"Wait a moment." At this moment, the woman weakly called out to her. Because of this, her throat felt a metallic taste, and she forced out a mouthful of blood. She endured the dizziness and the stinging pain all over her body, and said to Fang Xiaoran in a weak voice, "You came to save him?"

It was obvious who this "he" was. Fang Xiaoran neither answered nor denied it, but stopped and looked back at her.

"I also came to save him, but unfortunately I failed and was left here, guarding the fiftieth floor. Cough cough cough. It's good that you came." The woman clutched her chest and finished speaking intermittently, her body already swaying precariously.

"What is your relationship with him?" Fang Xiaoran finally asked.

Upon hearing this, the woman smiled radiantly, her beauty beyond compare, and said, "We're friends."

If they were just friends, why would she go to such lengths? There must be some hidden story behind it.

"Jiamu and you."

"We are one person, and I am also Jiamu."

Fang Xiaoran was puzzled by this. She looked at the woman strangely, but the woman smiled and said, "We are twin sisters, but we were trained as assassins from birth. We don't have names. Jiamu is our code name, so we are both Jiamu."

If they are all fine trees, then which fine tree is Young Master Mei looking for?

Fang Xiaoran had previously guessed that Young Master Mei was Tao An, and perhaps she could get some information from her.

"Do you know Tao An?" Due to the time constraints, Fang Xiaoran did not probe further.

Sure enough, upon hearing those two words, the woman's pupils dilated slightly, but at the same time, she showed a hint of relief. "He really is not dead. Good, that's good."

Is he looking for you?

"Yes and no. My sister and I have lived together since we were little. Our habits, voices and expressions are almost identical. Even our master can hardly tell us apart. Therefore, as assassins, we are quite good and can take people by surprise. But at the same time, we also have some problems."

"For example, you might fall in love with someone but not be able to tell whether they love me or her. Even Tao An probably couldn't tell who he was thinking about or longing for. But whoever it is, her heart is here, with Mo Wen. I came here for her."

Is that really how it is? Fang Xiaoran was surprised. Logically speaking, no matter how similar two people are, it is impossible for them to be completely identical. How could she mistake her beloved for someone else?

Thinking of this, Fang Xiaoran asked again, "Then, what about the silver crane?"

"You know him too? That's right, he and Master are rare confidants."

As she spoke, the woman suddenly stood up, enduring the pain, and used the last of her inner strength to appear in front of Fang Xiaoran. She was so fast that Fang Xiaoran barely noticed her. Fang Xiaoran immediately tried to create distance, but the woman showed no aggression whatsoever. At the same time, she looked at Fang Xiaoran with a complex expression and asked in a trembling voice:

"In his eyes, is it me, or her?"

She seemed desperate for an answer, but Fang Xiaoran couldn't give her one.

The relationships between the five of them are so complex that even they themselves probably cannot be sure.

Fang Xiaoran did not answer, and the woman gave a bitter smile, "Never mind, go ahead."

"By the way, please tell Tao An that the fault that happened that day was not his, and he doesn't need to blame himself."

Upon hearing this, Fang Xiaoran looked at the woman in surprise, but she had already fainted on the ground.