Amidst such sorrowful allure, a seductive voice echoed, and Fan Qinghui nearly didn't need to turn around to know who it was, her eyes slightly shifting, surprised.
At that moment, a white shadow swept by, drifting into the sedan like a wisp of cloud. A soft and captivating female figure squeezed into the already cramped space inside, her hair brushing against Jiang Dali's iron-cast cheeks.
The West Mountain Six Heroes carrying the sedan stood frozen in place, eyes wide, a multitude of emotions flickering in that instant: amazement, joy, infatuation, humility, and more.
It is hard to imagine what kind of beauty one must see to evoke such a myriad of expressions in less than a breath.
Just as the six hadn't yet recovered.
With a 'whoosh,' the sedan curtain lifted.
A tall figure ducked and flew out just as the curtain was lifted.
