"Junior Feng Brother, why be at odds with an injured person?"
Just as Ling Chen was about to burst out, suddenly, from a nearby tent, emerged a graceful figure—a woman dressed in purple.
Her brows were like willow leaves, her skin as white as snow, and her tall figure clad in violet robes accentuated her voluptuous curves—a truly rare beauty.
Upon her appearance, the surrounding gazes instantly focused on her, with some showing normal fervor, but most conveying a sense of awe.
"Senior Sister Han Ya, why have you come out?"
Seeing the woman dressed in purple step out, Feng Li immediately put on a different face, his eyes towards Han Ya filled with fiery adoration, which he only slightly restrained before his gaze fell coldly upon Ling Chen, saying, "Senior Sister Han Ya, you misunderstood me. Me, a dignified senior disciple of Sky Spirit City, would never be at odds with a cripple; I merely saw him idle and came to admonish him a bit."
