"The people from the Mountain God Dao sure are taking their sweet time..."
The young man standing on the left, one hand behind his back and the other holding a teacup, smiled indifferently.
This man wore a blue robe, his features were handsome, exuding a sense of scholarly elegance.
Beside him was a tall and beautiful woman.
This woman had long legs and a slender waist, dressed very boldly, with the sides of her tight long dress slit up to her thighs, revealing her glowing white thighs, attracting attention.
The woman leaned against the windowsill, her beautiful eyes vibrant, glancing once before losing interest, then intently watching the man beside her, whispering gently, like a reverie, "Ning Lang is really that concerned about the Mountain God Dao people..."
With a trace of resentment, and a touch of seductive charm.
