Jiang Yan had a slender figure. She was dressed in a red dress and a thin skirt. There was an embroidered gold belt around her waist and a Numinous Treasure sword with a golden scabbard hanging on her left. She was dressed like a martial artist. Although the golden and red clothes were a little revealing, they looked rather bright and refined on her. Her snow-white and elegant oval face was naturally stunning. She looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but even the skirt could not hide her slender legs.
After receiving Han Zhao's answer, a smile appeared on Jiang Yan's face. She looked at him eagerly with a hint of charm.
"Fellow Daoist Han has yet to break through to the Perfected Lord realm, but you actually have such strength. You're simply a rare genius!" Jiang Yan revealed a look of admiration like a little girl as she leaned in front of Han Zhao, her round and full chest almost touching Han Zhao's chest.
