Youlan saw Li Xianyun's pale hands clenched into fists with nervousness, her eyes were ice-cold, her breathing heavy, and her whole body was tense,
Looking at her mistress with concern, she said, "Mistress, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
The person Li Xianyun was waiting for was about to appear. She was very nervous.
Just as the two forces were equally matched, several tall figures appeared at the entrance of the inn.
The man in the lead held a folding fan, dignified and graceful, with extraordinary demeanor. He had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, with handsome and three-dimensional features, and his fair skin took on a hint of warmth under the warm light.
As soon as he entered, his gaze locked onto the delicate figure on the second floor.
The eyes of the two met—one was tender and teasing, the other was filled with fury and hatred.
Following behind Murong Ce were four peerless experts.
