The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the narrow corridor.
A cultivator should not make such obvious noise.
Moreover, the comer's realm was so high that even Luo Chen's spirit consciousness could not detect it.
Thus, the deliberate nature of the sound served as a signal to Luo Chen, who was inside, that she had arrived.
Politeness! Respect!
Luo Chen opened his eyes and slipped the jade thumb ring onto his left thumb.
He then waited quietly for the visitor to appear.
Before long, a graceful figure appeared before him.
Even though he had seen her no less than ten times over the past three years,
every time he saw her peerless beauty, Luo Chen couldn't help but marvel that such a beauty existed in the world.
She was like the cold essence of ice, to be admired from afar but not to be profaned.
Yet the faint smile on her face was like a sprite in the snow, intuitively drawing one closer.
