Shang Yaoqin, clad in a flowing blue-green robe, cut a tall and slender figure, holding a white jade flute in her hand. Her fingers were pale and shapely, enhancing her stunning beauty.
Beyond her striking physical appearance, Hong Yuan was more concerned with Shang Yaoqin's strength.
She's a great beauty, on par with Menghuang, and her Martial Arts foundation is also very solid, Hong Yuan silently nodded in approval. But still, she falls a little short compared to Menghuang; she needs to keep pushing herself...
Within a fleeting moment, Shang Yaoqin left such an impression on Hong Yuan. It gradually aligned with the character profile he had previously constructed of her.
On the other side, led by Ye Zhuyin, Shang Yaoqin approached Hong Yuan with gentle steps.
"Yuan, this is my sister, Shang Yaoqin."
"Yaoqin, this is my good friend, Hong Yuan, Hong."
...
Ye Zhuyin introduced Hong Yuan to Shang Yaoqin, her smile never fading.
"Sister Yaoqin, hello."
