Beside him stood the most beautiful woman of the Extreme Fist Sect, Jia Hong.
At this moment, she was wearing a white long dress, her figure tall and slender, skin like jade, and features stunningly beautiful, the hem of her dress fluttered with the breeze.
Paired with the faint sorrow between her brows, she truly evoked a sense of compassion in others.
It's no wonder that Sang Peng, who spent all his days in the secluded corner of Ping'an Village, was utterly enchanted.
After seeing the fairy-like Jia Hong, he couldn't help but compare her to the hometown girls with healthy, wheat-colored skin, straightforward and boisterous.
He felt that in terms of both awareness and appearance, they couldn't compare to Fairy Jia.
Seeing Lou Yi approaching, Jia Hong's gentle, water-like eyes looked at Sang Peng: "Our leader is here, it should be for you. Young Master Sang, see you tomorrow."
"Sure, sure, you should go back and rest early." Sang Peng said considerately.
