The newcomers were two disciples from the Righteous Sun Sect, one of whom was an exceptionally beautiful woman.
The woman's smiling eyes rippled like gentle waves, her own eyes sparkling. She was dressed in a pink gauze skirt that revealed half of her slender, fair shoulders and her round, charming collarbone. A belt cinched her waist just right, accentuating a heavy bosom. Every smile and frown she made sent bystanders into a frenzy of desire. Her figure was graceful, her steps as light as the wind, each footfall seeming to stir ripples in the air. In her hand, she held a long sword, its tassel swaying enticingly with her every move.
In this sect, so full of Yang Qi, it was rare to see female disciples. This place was almost like a monastery; too many wolves and not enough meat. Every female disciple was treasured like a gem.
