Outside New York City, within a desolate mountain, in front of a palace.
With a whooshing sound breaking the silence, a woman clad in black gossamer, graceful and beautiful, suddenly shot forward and descended.
It was Lee Yueqing!
"Miss, did you win?" Chen Xiaoyan and Chen Xiaomi hurriedly ran out to meet her.
"I was lucky to win by half a move," Lee Yueqing's brow furrowed as she said, "The Princess of New York lives up to her reputation; her strength cannot be underestimated. Be careful when you encounter her in the future!"
"Miss, how can you boost the morale of others and diminish your own prestige?" Chen Xiaoyan huffed, complaining, "Isn't she just a foreign girl? Am I supposed to be afraid of her now?"
Chen Xiaomi, however, gave an oh and muttered, "No wonder the sect master values her so highly, even sending someone to invite her to join our Tianyuan Sect a few years ago."
"Greetings to Elder Lee!"
"Greetings to the Eighth Elder!"
