The clouds veiling the moon slowly drifted away, and the silvery moonlight poured down from the night sky.
Ye Chenfeng, soaked in blood, stared unblinkingly at the woman before him, who, by his standards of beauty, possessed looks and a presence that scored over ninety—undoubtedly qualifying as a "beauty."
The moonlight flowed over her body like water, and judging by her figure and features, she appeared to be in her late twenties.
She was clad in a green gauzy dress, her lips slightly pursed like crimson rose petals, every gesture embodying an effortless charm. Remarkably, she radiated a bewitching allure that even caused Chenfeng to be spellbound for a couple of seconds.
However, Chenfeng knew the more beautiful the woman, the more dangerous she could be, and considering she had been tracking him for seven days, the only comforting factor was that from her aura, he deduced her strength to be at the Profound Rank.
