At the top of the sluice gate, Wang family's senior lady Liu Ruolan stood with her hands behind her back, quietly standing at the top of the sluice gate.
The chilly spring breeze swept past, her light blue long dress fluttering in the wind, her extraordinarily beautiful face under the sunlight seemed to be coated with a layer of faint glow, surrounded by a faint aura of spiraling mist around her body. From a distance, she appeared like a goddess, high in grace and regal in demeanor.
Suddenly.
Several powerful auras rapidly approached from the sky.
Liu Ruolan's expression remained unchanged as she looked up and saw Long Wuji rapidly approaching. Following him were Wang Shouzhe and Jiang Yusong.
Wang Shouzhe's speed seemed not much slower than Long Wuji's; his flight was extremely effortless.
In the blink of an eye, the three of them had already arrived.
