In the hidden array formation in the col, Yin Ting's skin was fair and moist, and the curves of the mountain peak were round and smooth. The surface was filled with clear veins. If one observed carefully, they could see the blood in her blood vessels gradually calming down. This blood gathered at the peak, and it had a dark red beauty.
She put away the white feather. The purplish-green soft armor on her body covered the perfect figure. However, her picturesque brows were slightly furrowed. It was obvious that the long exchange of Dao techniques had exhausted her spirit. Even though she was a Beast Spirit genius of the Winged Race and had a powerful physique, she still felt a little overwhelmed.
Yin Ting glared at Shen Ping and said coldly, "Don't be so fierce next time."
