"Holy Summit?" Ming Shufeng slowly asked. In the Zephyr Plains, she was adorned in a green-colored tight-fitting outfit that accentuated her curves, displaying her slender body to the world. At the moment, gusts were blowing against her, sending her golden hair fluttering in the wind. A truly picturesque moment.
San Yongli was garbed in a cloak that hid her features, and even the blowing wind failed to reveal even a hint of her curves or bodily features. As if angered by its inability, a gust blew her way, yet she remained entirely unaffected.
They both floated a few inches above the Zephyr Plains grass, not touching the ground. Just a few hundred miles behind them, the hue of violet was present. They had just left the Noxious Seas, venturing into the Zephyr Plains.
