Compared to Xiao Wuhen's handsome and refined elegance, Jiang Yuan appeared much rougher, standing at nearly one meter ninety with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and muscles that seemed ready to burst, one could tell at a glance that he was a martial artist of brute strength.
Standing next to Feng Yuhe, Jiang Yuan made her seem delicate and exquisitely petite.
However, Feng Yuhe, who cultivated the Divine Phoenix Technique, had an aloof temperament, like a purple-robed goddess, and her presence was in no way inferior to Jiang Yuan's, she coldly said:
"Jiang Yuan, this is a martial arts tea party, please watch your behavior and what you say. If you spout nonsense, Tang Feiyong will serve as your example!"
At this, Jiang Yuan froze for a moment, but felt no shame and laughed heartily, "Yuhe, I hadn't realized your temper matched my taste so well before, or else I would have pursued you long ago."
