The red-robed female puppet knelt on one knee before Chu Zifeng, her expression subservient, "My lord, I do not know, the aura on this woman is very strange."
Chu Zifeng fanned his nose and said with a look of disgust on his face, "I can tell, that smell on her is very much like that of Ming Tianheng!"
Qin Ruan lifted her head to glance at Chu Zifeng, who was leaning on the couch of the imperial concubine. Even though he was surrounded by immortal energy, he didn't seem like a righteous person and had none of the Underworld King's majestic presence.
She was already harboring suspicions, and with a furrowed brow, she asked, "Who exactly are you?"
At her words, Chu Zifeng couldn't help but laugh, "How amusing you are, girl. You intrude into my territory and then ask who I am. Why don't you introduce yourself first?"
