The voice seemed to come from the depths of the clouds, ethereal and elusive.
Ye Wanlan's expression changed instantly.
Even three hundred years ago, not many people called her Her Royal Highness the Princess because she rarely used her real appearance when she went out in disguise.
Given her identity and status at the time, if she didn't disguise herself, her whereabouts would be exposed.
Moreover, now, three hundred years have passed, and things have changed so much—who would directly call her like that?
The voice lingered by her ear, sorrowful and mournful: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Her Royal Highness the Princess..."
Ye Wanlan suddenly stiffened!
She turned back sharply to discover that she was the only person left in this nearly deserted Mount Penglai.
Earlier, she had clearly been walking side by side with Yan Tingfeng, yet at this moment, she couldn't find Yan Tingfeng's figure at all.
