People couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
The woman in black was lanky. She was well over one seventy-five centimetres tall. This woman seemed like a swinging lotus, slender yet soft and graceful. Her figure set her apart from all the others. She was even taller than some of the men here.
Her black hair was smooth and soft; her charming eyes were shaped like the eyes of a phoenix. The only fault that one could say about her was that she seemed rather unapproachable. Her cold elegance made her seem all the more akin to a noble queen.
She held up her goblet then clinked glasses with Chu Feng. When the sparkling glass of the goblet met the fiery red lips of the woman, besides the cold elegance, there was also something bewitching about the scene.
