"Yu Shuyan of the Kunxu Immortal Palace has met Young Master Jiang," said the woman in a plain white dress as she walked to the doorway and bowed slightly, a smile on her face as she spoke, "How is your distinguished master doing?"
She looked to be just over twenty years old, with skin so fair and delicate it seemed it might be broken by the merest touch. Her almond-shaped eyes, like the spring waters of Jiangnan, ripples with undeniable allure, yet the undercurrent of murderous intent in her words was like a treacherous flood.
This murderous intent was not directed at Jiang Li but at Jiang Li's master—Tianxuan.
"The Immortal Queen really isn't afraid of dying, still thinking about promotion," Jiang Li sneered.
