Yan Qiuyun was like the moon surrounded by a myriad of stars. She was indeed extraordinarily beautiful, slightly more beautiful than even Bewitching Maiden Rou. She was shapely like a green lotus and beautiful beyond words.
If she only had beauty as her strength, she would be nothing more than an adornment. However, she was also a prodigy of cultivation, having a strong presence. There were five streaks of peculiar light wrapped around her, and this was enough proof of how powerful she was.
Chen Ziyu tugged on one of Ling Han's arms, dragging him with her as she forged onwards.
The difficulty of trying to squeeze into the crowds was very high. All of them were Celestial Kings, and were exuding an intense presence. Once the gap in cultivation level was big, there was absolutely no possible way that they could barge in.
