Putting aside his character and strength, even Duan Feiyu, a true disciple of a sect, was inferior to him in terms of appearance.
Just as Ling Chuxi and the others looked at Zhang Yuhong, he also turned his head and looked over with that refreshing smile on his face. However, not long after, the smile on his face froze. Looking at Ling Chuxi's beautiful and refined face, he felt as if he was struck by lightning.
With Young Master Zhang's years of experience, he had seen all kinds of beautiful women. Lan Xinyu and Su Xiu'er, who were beside Ling Chuxi, weren't that much less beautiful than Ling Chuxi either.
But he did notice something unusual in Ling Chuxi. Was it the calmness and coldness hidden behind her smile, or the subtle but undeniable aura of a great leader? Others might not be able to notice it, but it didn't escape Zhang Yuhong's poisonous eyes, which had feasted on the beauty of others for a long time.
