Lady Fang was none other than Fang Ruohan.
At this moment, Fang Ruohan's delicate brows were slightly furrowed, her expression filled with gravity. Although the eyes of the crowd around her were all on her, her face remained solemn as if weighed down by heavy thoughts.
"Wow... the descendants of the Great Gate Sect are really something else, a thirty-year-old woman's skin can actually compare to that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl..."
"You don't know shit! How can a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl compare to Fang Ruohan? Do you even understand the charm of maturity..."
Around the arena, many people were whispering secretly, but Fang Ruohan heard every word in her ears.
"Sister, it looks like you're still very popular!" said a pretty girl following beside Fang Ruohan at the moment.
