Half an hour later, Wang Hao arrived at the peak of Yan Mountain.
Dongfang Wuheng had already been waiting there!
He stood on the edge of a cliff, holding a longsword in his hand, exuding the air of an ancient swordsman akin to Ximen Chuixue.
However, there was a hint of effeminacy.
When Wang Hao saw Dongfang Wuheng, he was stunned. Was this the Dongfang Wuheng he knew? His hair was loose, resembling that of a woman.
As Wang Hao approached for a closer look, he was even more shocked. Dongfang Wuheng had applied eyeliner, lipstick, and blusher on his cheeks.
He was completely dressed like a woman.
Wang Hao was bewildered, thinking he had mistaken someone else, but no matter how much he pondered, he couldn't figure out who would be so daft as to come to the summit of Yan Mountain to idle in the breeze?
"Wang Hao, you have finally arrived. I have been waiting for you here for a long time!"
Dongfang Wuheng's gaze was venomous, like a poisonous snake choosing its prey.
