The pure white clothing blossomed with a vibrant color, like the most enchanting flower pattern in the world.
Yun Rong's pretty face flushed crimson to the roots of her ears, reaching out in an attempt to snatch it.
However, Ning Feiyan was solemn, meticulously folding the little garment into a neat square before handing it back to her, a pair of affectionate eyes adding a touch of charm: "This is precious, Sister Rong should take good care of it."
The call of 'Sister Rong' was truly crisp and pleasant, extremely melodious.
It even made the other Yun Rong shiver with cold, feeling it shortened her lifespan significantly.
The remaining three all wore expressions that became unusually strange.
Arao seemed to see her for the first time, with a face that was simply too brilliant to describe.
The River Lord of one of the six rivers in the Demon World, the Sword Master of one of Guan Tianxi's Thirteen Swords called her sister...
