The woman speaking had long hair draped over her shoulders, dressed in all white. Her hair was tied back by a golden band, its glow intensified by the white of her clothing. From what was visible externally, she seemed to be around fifteen or sixteen, her skin fairer than snow, exuding an unmatched delicate charm. Her exceptional beauty was simply too dazzling to look at directly.
This woman, seeming almost celestial, was none other than the central figure of this martial arts competition for marriage, Huang Rong.
However, as soon as Huang Rong appeared, she began to speak so informally and familiarly with Ye Weiming, leaving him slightly baffled: "What do you want with me?"
"Of course, it's related to something good." Huang Rong replied with a gentle smile, then looking around she added, "Speaking here is not so convenient. Could we borrow somewhere to talk?"
Could it be that he had unknowingly triggered some hidden task?
