The wind was blowing, and the rain was drifting down.
This breathtakingly beautiful woman simply walked through the wind and rain, her pupils frost-white, as a natural snow trail extended beneath her feet.
She stepped on the snow, walking step by step, passing through the crowd, and was about to reach her.
Empress's brows lightly furrowed, instinctively sensing the killing intent emanating from the other party, as piercingly cold as ice and snow, seemingly capable of freezing even the divine soul, it was clear that this woman was no ordinary person and was filled with murderous intent towards herself.
"Who is this? Born with such rare beauty?"
Guan Qinghan made no effort to conceal her presence, walking expressionlessly through the wind and rain, naturally drawing the attention of everyone, especially those cultivators who had come to enjoy the spectacle.
"She seems rather unfamiliar, but with such an aura, she is definitely not a common woman!"
