Chen Dandan's gaze never left the person before her as she spoke in a cold voice.
He was a youth dressed in a robe whiter than snow. His face had lost much of the tenderness of the handsome face in her memory and was now angular and sharp...and even more handsome and dazzling.
Besides that, the youth had grown a head taller than her in height, and she now had to tilt her head up to look at him.
As she and the youth stared at each other, she had a vague feeling that the youth was surrounded by an aura of extraordinary refinement that seemed to have come from nowhere, causing her to involuntarily feel a sense of inferiority.
Even the most outstanding among this generation of youths of the Valley of the Medicine Masters had never caused her to feel this way.
This sensation exasperated Chen Dandan extremely.
