A figure appeared, and it was surprisingly a woman clad in rather plain clothes, with a fairly pretty face, yet she didn't seem to be of any notable lineage—definitely not a Heavenly Beloved Girl from some grand clan or great power.
She looked to be in her twenties, tall and slender, with a hint of coldness in her brow, as if she was indifferent to everyone.
Fang Lin merely glanced at her, while she stared back at him with an even more piercing gaze.
The next moment, the woman attacked without warning, pouring all her strength into her assault as if she was desperate to secure victory in this encounter.
Her hands reached out, exuding a fierce aura as if they were the claws of an eagle, aiming straight for Fang Lin's chest.
Fang Lin's expression remained calm, without a hint of panic. As the woman lunged at him, he suddenly stepped forward.
Boom!
