The entrance to the Hunting Ground was greeted by two horse-drawn carriages.
The first man to descend from the carriage was clad in plain white robes.
Beneath the moonlight, his figure was slender and cool, his visage illuminated with an otherworldly purity.
His features were exceptionally perfect, flawless, exquisite, and crystal clear!
Deep eyes that made the maidens swoon at first glance, and thin lips whose color even women would crazily envy.
Prince Xiaoyao, Feng Wuya.
He stepped forward on the gentle breeze with an ethereal grace as though he was above the dust of the earthly world.
A rare beauty seen but once in a thousand years, he made every maiden present lose her soul with just one look.
As for the man descending from the carriage behind, he was dressed in dark black robes.
Similarly, he walked forward with the evening breeze at his back and the moonlight at his feet.
One glance, and one would never recover!
