Zhou Fan was wearing a magnificent robe of golden silk intricately embroidered with a coiled golden dragon. The dragon seemed alive, and it was exuding an aura of majesty and tranquil power.0

Her appearance matched the splendor of the robe. 0

Zhou Fan's face was exquisite, exceptionally beautiful, with bright and deep star-like eyes. Her gaze seemed capable of seeing through one's soul. 0

Her eyebrows were long and arched, giving her an imposing demeanor. 0

Today, however, her face was extremely cold as if shrouded in frost. As soon as she appeared, a bone-chilling coldness enveloped the area, leaving everyone present trembling in their boots.0

When Zhou Fan arrived, Li Yue and his group dared not act recklessly. They immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed slightly. Around them, the crowd also hastened to bow in respect.0

The bustling street suddenly fell into an eerie silence.0

Prime Minister Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.0

If Zhou Fan hadn't arrived, the situation would have spiraled out of control.0

Zhou Fan ignored...0