บท 233: If she is not pretty, then what reason do I have to aid her?

Deep within the forest, a young man stood beside a tree as he peered out into the distance. His short black hair fluttered in the wind, while his red eyes gleamed with a sharp light. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he spotted a figure darting through the woods towards him.

It was a young woman wearing a white cheongsam with golden patterns embroidered on it and long black hair tied into a bun. Her beautiful figure moved at an impressive pace, causing the leaves scattered about the floor to dance in the breeze with each step she took. Although she was quite a distance away, she appeared to be getting closer by the second.