Pang Jian glanced at him and noticed that this Yang Yuansen was in his prime, with two elders standing behind him.
"Elder Meng, at your age, I didn't expect you to play so big, even daring to covet the thoughts of the Blood Moon!"
Zhao Ling, with a lithe figure, wore a light purple dress robe. She stood leaning against a pillar in the hall, her legs long and straight.
Looking at Zhao Ling, who appeared to be in her early twenties, she was not only exceptionally beautiful but also radiated a compelling sharpness. Her eyebrows slanted towards her forehead like daggers, giving off an extremely combative aura.
