In the north, there is a beauty like no other, isolated from the world. A single glance can captivate a city, a second one can topple a nation.
Ou Zifeng stared in a daze at the enchanting face not far away, unable to help but lose focus.
His gaze was fixed on Shangguan Mingyue, a woman of extraordinary grace akin to a fairy.
However, upon hearing that she was Ye Qiu's confidante, his hand curled into a fist, the veins on his palm all protruding.
"Ye Qiu..." Ou Zhifeng muttered the name with an increasing loathing, since entering the Dragon Group, he constantly heard tales of Ye Qiu. Although he had never met Ye Qiu, the stories were so frequent they were irritating.
Within the Dragon Group, many seasoned members regarded Ye Qiu as an idol, a target to strive towards.
