In that instant, Vireo shed tears for no reason.

It was not too accurate to be calling the woman in front of him an old lady because she did not look that old. It was just that her calm face had a tinge of unconcealable gloomy expression, which gave the old lady in front of her an indescribable sense of beauty. She was wearing a veil. She was also dressed incomparably plainly, and the hems of her habit were even a little torn. However, that simplicity still was not able to cover up her beauty.