"Hiss! Who is that? Damn, she's stunning! Just like a fairy!"
"Shh! Quiet! That's the Ice Snow Queen!"
"Ah! So it's her! Oh, I feel like shutting up!"
...
In a spot behind the bar, Wang Bingbing, followed by a dozen individuals, was slowly approaching, mesmerizing countless onlookers.
Her sleek, raven-black hair elegantly coiled up without any ornaments, was breathtaking in its unadorned beauty.
Most importantly, in her right hand was a black whip, constantly being twirled, making Wang Bingbing look every bit the aloof and imperious queen.
Her clear, dark eyes glanced around, found Ye Tian, snorted coldly, and walked over unhurriedly.
With a flick of her wrist, the whip cracked sharply in the air, and she looked at Ye Tian with arrogant eyes, "Boy! I was just looking for you, and here you are on my turf! Humph! You really aren't afraid of dying, are you!"
