Cold sweat beaded on Wen Zhixing's forehead.
The woman before him smiled charmingly, yet she had appeared soundlessly, without a trace. He had only sensed a waft of fragrance before, by the time he regained his senses, this curvaceous and graceful woman was standing right in front of him.
A pair of enchanting peach-blossom eyes were fixed on him, crinkling with a smile.
[Her gaze towards you is unreadable.]
[You are brimming with Yang Qi; you can release it.]
Release my foot! A woman shows up, and you immediately tell me to 'release'? Wen Zhixing fumed internally. You're trying to get me killed, aren't you!
At this moment, his heart was pounding in his chest.
This woman's cultivation level was clearly far superior to his, possibly to the extent that she could kill him instantly.
Is this person a disciple of the Wonderous Palace?
