Ji Feixue had actually started to pay attention to beauty and ugliness.
Su He grinned.
When they first met, Ji Feixue was dressed as a gentleman, without a touch of makeup, supremely neat and tidy, and she was just the same now, not adorned at all.
Her eyebrows and red lips were all natural.
Born with natural beauty, truly inescapable.
Su He looked at her and laughed even more heartily.
In her hand, the Immortal Sword emitted a warning with a ring.
Initially, she did not connect Su He's gaze with the commonplace rogues.
Later, she realized it was indeed different—others wouldn't dare to be so blatant!
Su He withdrew his gaze and scanned the cave. The place wasn't big, just about a hundred feet in length and width. For such agile and swift Soul Beasts, it was no different from a prison, yet these seven little ones seemed not to mind, even enjoying it quite a bit.
"This place has a Formation!" said Ji Feixue after a long look around, her voice clear.
