Liu Mang followed Lin Ziyan's gaze and saw a woman with a unique personality sitting at the bar.
This woman boasted a healthy wheatish complexion and was dressed in a tight tank top and leather hot shorts, unabashedly displaying her charming skin.
From Liu Mang's angle, he could only see the woman's profile. Remarkably, her eyes were red.
What was even more striking was her body, which appeared very muscular, with clearly defined abs that didn't seem overly muscular, thus preserving her beauty.
Then there was her hair: shiny and long, braided into a thick plait trailing down to the ground as she sat perched on a tall stool, with the braid coiled around her neck.
That was while seated; standing, if the braid wasn't wrapped around her neck, it certainly would have been eye-catching, extremely noticeable.
On her belt, she had a sheathed short dagger along with a few other items, while a canvas bag rested on the seat next to hers.
