It was an incredibly cold and beautiful woman with violet hair. The woman looked to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years of age. She was tall and dressed in purple robes. There was a white whip tied to her waist, causing her waist to curve in beautifully before the lines curved out in an exaggerated fashion to show off her posterior and her long legs.
Her long hair danced in the wind as she moved. It would not be an exaggeration to compare her to ice due to the chilling look in her eyes and the aloof look on her petite face. The woman’s beautiful face especially gave her a unique, cold beauty when paired with her indifference.
Su Ming laughed wryly in his heart, though no one could see any hint of it since he had his mask on his face. He knew this woman… or more accurately speaking, he’d seen this woman when she was naked before…
Preview to next chapter: The Rise of Cold
Ahu is pretty darn smart.
Nan Gong Hen and Su Ming go drinking.
And annoying people appear.