The white-robed woman repeated the word "strange" several times before she slowly approached Ding Fan.
"May I see your right hand?" the white-robed woman asked, her breath as fragrant as an orchid, her voice like that of a multitude of birds singing to Ding Fan.
Ding Fan immediately extended his right hand toward the white-robed woman.
This was the Land of Changsheng, which could be said to be the white-robed woman's territory. If she really intended to do something to him, she probably would not have waited until now.
The white-robed woman then gently grasped Ding Fan's hand. She closed her eyes gently, as if listening to something.
The white-robed woman's right hand was very smooth and soft, as if devoid of bone. The lady was not far from Ding Fan; he could even clearly smell the faint scent coming from her.
He did not know what the fragrance was, but it made one's heart feel very serene upon smelling it.
