"Miss Ling, do you feel a bit nervous?"
In the council hall of the City Lord's Mansion in Cyan Dragon City, Shuai Diao Zha couldn't help but curiously ask Ling Yuwei beside him.
After all, the woman in front of him possessed Sixth Transformation strength.
Yet, when she was brought in by the guards of the City Lord's Mansion, Ling Yuwei's steps seemed a bit unsteady, as if she might fall at any moment.
Shuai Diao Zha was curious, not knowing why she was nervous.
Faced with Shuai Diao Zha's confusion, Ling Yuwei chose silence.
From the moment she walked into the City Lord's Mansion, Ling Yuwei felt a familiar presence.
And evidently, the owner of that presence also sensed Ling Yuwei's existence.
At this moment, Ling Yuwei could clearly feel that person rapidly approaching.
Sure enough, in the next moment, a voice filled with urgency and a hint of reproach sounded at the door:
"Wei'Er!"
Ling Yudao, eyes almost red, looked at the familiar figure inside the hall.
