Ye Tianxin looked at the woman warily as she patted Cheng Huang's back gently.
Cheng Huang lowered itself.
The elegant woman smiled faintly and said, "You don't have to be afraid... If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have asked for your name." Then, she shifted her gaze to Cheng Huang. "A ten thousand-year-old Cheng Huang is indeed a rare mount. Legend has it that those who ride on Cheng Huang can live for 2,000 years. Girl, you're very lucky."
"Girl?" Appearance-wise, the woman did not look any older than Ye Tianxin. Moreover, she did not think the unfamiliar woman was jealous of her beauty that was untainted by smoke or fire. Based on the woman's bearing alone, it could be seen she was someone of high standing.
The woman said, "I'm older than you." Her voice turned gentle as she asked again, "What's your name?"
