Ye Jiu turned her head and looked out through the window, only to see a line of people riding tall horses, wearing shiny silver armor, coming from afar.
The person leading at the forefront, his familiar eyebrows, and slightly unfamiliar aura were all displayed before Ye Jiu's eyes.
Suddenly, a delicate voice came from the compartment next to Ye Jiu, "Wow, the War King looks so handsome, the War King… War King…"
With that, a sachet was thrown down in front of Ye Jiu's eyes from the neighboring compartment, aimed directly at Sikong Mo, who had already reached below.
Pitifully, when the sachet was halfway there, before it successfully hit the targeted person, it was struck by a powerful palm that created a gust of wind, causing the entire sachet to explode, releasing a puff of purple smoke.
Yet due to the gust of wind, Sikong Mo's surroundings remained clean, without a trace of the sachet's residue.
The fragrant scent scattered into the air, making one's nose itch.
