Zhao Xiaoyu brushed her scattered hair on her forehead, looking amazingly gorgeous as she stared into the horizon. The light breeze blew as if it was going to flick her dress open. Her delicate heels showered under the moonlight, triggering one's impulse to bow and worship it.
She was filled with grace, yet Shen Lian remained motionless without a hint of desire.
Zhao Xiaoyu sighed lightly, "Tianxiang Order is actually not worth mentioning, but there has been a mysterious character that holds power in Tianxiang Order lately. Besides her high level of mana, her origin is what fears me."
Shen Lian asked, "What origin?"