As the thought crossed her mind, Feng Wu's face suddenly turned pale as death, completely devoid of color. If Ye Wudao were truly a master of the Inner Strength Sixth Heavenly Layer, it would not only mean that she was no match for him, but even an Elder might not be his opponent.
After subduing her, Ye Wudao slowly reached out and removed the mask from her face, saying, "Let's see who you really are."
Beneath the mask was an exquisitely beautiful face, with clear and bright eyes, willowy brows, and long eyelashes that trembled slightly. Her fair skin had a rosy translucence, and her cherry-red lips resembled delicate, dewy rose petals.
Moreover, there was a small beauty mark above her lips, which did not spoil her beauty but instead added an air of charm to her face.
However, her beautiful eyes radiated fear as she looked at Ye Wudao, who lifted her chin with his palm, forcing her to look at him. After a moment of admiration, Ye Wudao made a tsking sound with his mouth and said.
