"Thank you, Ma'am, for offering your assistance."
Outside the SSS-rank instance of the Nether Flame Clan.
Yan Ran cupped her fists and spoke respectfully to Yun Zhenyue.
Her clear and crisp voice made it difficult to discern her gender.
This was the Purgatory Factory employee who insisted on marrying the young mistress of the Nether Flame Clan.
She wore a sharp, simple, ink-black outfit, her hair tied back with a steady silver ribbon. A few raven-black strands swept across her chiseled, jade-like nose. Her eyebrows, as delicate as an ink painting, held a subtle, sharp intensity at their peaks.
If not for the slight swell of her chest,
anyone would have mistaken her for a handsome boy.
Hearing this,
Yun Zhenyue glanced at the three stars on Yan Ran's shoulder.
And the navy blue stud on her earlobe.
She subconsciously took half a step back.
This was the first time she had ever seen a real-life butch.
