"It's you!" A girl from the Rising Dragon Institute walked up to Leng Ruoxue.
"Xue'er, do you know her?" Feng Moran, who was sitting beside Leng Ruoxue, asked softly. The woman's gaze was very unfriendly!
"No."
"How dare you say you don't know me? I am Ximen Ya, princess of the Northern Frost Empire," the girl named Ximen Ya roared, her beautiful face distorted in intense anger.
"What can I do about it? This young lady is very busy. I don't have time to remember any random person," Leng Ruoxue said lightly. In fact, she recognized this woman as soon as she walked over, but she just didn't want to bother with her.
"You…" Ximen Ya was so angry that she couldn't find her words.
"It's my turn." Leng Ruoxue ignored the fuming Ximen Ya and walked toward the stage.
