"Hehe, you are quite confident, aren't you? I did not kill you because of your strength but because I am waiting for someone—someone I have waited three thousand years for!"
After hearing the Second Elder's words, Ye Qianmei smiled gently. A trace of nostalgia flickered in her beautiful eyes, and an exquisite layer of sorrow silently appeared on her delicate cheeks.
The sorrow was faint, yet undeniably real!
"It's time!"
Before Yaoyao and the others could decipher the meaning of Ye Qianmei's words, she suddenly whispered softly, turned around, and gazed toward the city gate where a man in blue was rapidly approaching.
"Who are you?"
Bai Xiaofan, dressed in blue, rushed over. Looking at the woman in white standing before him, his voice carried a touch of gravity.
"Ye Qianmei, the Clan Leader of the Silver Fox Tribe!"
Hearing Bai Xiaofan's inquiry, Ye Qianmei replied softly.
