This woman's clothes fluttered, her figure was graceful, invoking boundless imagination, but her face was covered by a thin veil, preventing anyone from witnessing her true appearance.
Yet, just by exposing those alluring beautiful eyes, one could be absolutely certain that she must be a rare beauty.
"That woman, is she the one following Lord Langjun?"
Ye Haochuan furrowed his brows, a hint of anger flashing across his face.
This woman had once attempted to assassinate him during the South Sect selection meeting.
If Ye Hongmao had not sent experts to capture him, coincidentally encountering this woman, Ye Haochuan might have already perished at her hands.
Fuck, just because I accidentally offended Lord Langjun that time, is there really a need to bear such a grudge?
Ye Haochuan was truly speechless with this diehard fan.
The woman said nothing, her attack missed, willow brows slightly furrowed, yet showed no intention of retreating.
