The black dress was full of elaborate ease; within her petite and exquisite frame, a cool beauty was revealed.
Her shoulders were gracefully sloped, her waist was slender, like that of a neatly tied rope, with a golden ribbon adorned with complex patterns.
She stood in the void, resembling a goddess who had stepped out from the dark heavens.
Ningtuo's cold eyes glanced at Lv Zhu, and it was only away from Qi Yuan's side that she regained the coldness of Northern Demon's Thirteen Monsters.
Cold on the outside, charming on the inside.
"Senior is..." Lv Zhu bowed respectfully, with many thoughts flitting through her mind.
Not only the formidable enemy from just moments ago, but also the goddess-like mysterious figure before her were both beyond her reach.
"Haven't you guessed already?" Ningtuo spoke up, her voice sweet amidst the frosty air, "Qi Yuan... He is my husband."
In her voice, there was a sense of declaring sovereignty.