Throughout the journey, she hadn't adjusted to the fast yet bumpy flight, and her face had grown pale.
Lan Xiu had helped her to rest under a tree for a while.
Suddenly, Yuanya sensed a cold gaze on her.
Instinctively, she turned around and saw a stern-faced, displeased man, gazing at her icily.
It was Lu Feng...
Behind him, stood a man and a woman, both young and standing in perfect posture.
The three were decked in camouflage, their skin a healthy wheat color.
They exuded powerful vibes, steady and sharp gazes that betrayed hardened soldiers honed through blood and battle.
Compared to them, Yuanya had to admit, she looked incredibly feeble.
"Feeling better?"
Lan Xiu, by her side, gently patted her back.
Yuanya shook her head to signal she was okay, then defiantly shifted her gaze to the man opposite her.
She said, "It's my first time, I'm just not used to it yet, but I'll get used to it."
