Lin Yanran curiously looked at Su Chen, then at the space where Su Chen was staring.
The next moment.
A figure slowly appeared from the air.
A woman, with a graceful figure, an extraordinary air, a touch of coldness amidst an agile demeanor, dressed in a purple long dress, and wearing a veil.
Woe Lingyun.
Su Chen and Lin Yanran recognized her at a glance, this woman was Woe Lingyun.
"Young Master Su." Woe Lingyun's voice was light and nimble, like that of a ling que, giving a sense of coolness and calmness to the soul.
"What's the matter?" Su Chen replied indifferently.
