"What's this? Fairy Violet Spirit already knows Fellow Daoist Han?" Hu Qinglei asked, his voice not loud, yet to Fairy Violet Spirit, it echoed in her ears like a rumble of thunder.
"Indeed, this humble woman is an old acquaintance of Brother Han!" Fairy Violet Spirit's dazed eyes seemed to clear in an instant. She quickly averted her gaze from Han Li, forcing a faint smile as she replied. However, the rapid rise and fall of her delicate chest revealed her inner turmoil, her emotions clearly too overwhelming to conceal.
"Fairy Violet Spirit, I didn't expect to meet you here," Han Li remarked after a moment, touching his nose and letting out a bitter chuckle.
After all, he was no ordinary person; his composure returned to normal in the blink of an eye.
