The night and fluttering cloaks were met with misty winds. There was a taste of wild bitterness in the air.

“It’s you!” Wan Xiangcen was surprised and stared at this youth coming out of the darkness. The hand hidden behind her back channeled a plume of light that turned into pink petals made of fire, as sharp as the blades.

Her skin emitted an unbelievable fragrance. She stood on this hill like a pure flower. Her natural fragrance attracted a large amount of butterflies.

Feiyun came closer and said: “Surprised that I’m still alive?”

Xiangcen chuckled causing her slender waist to slightly shake. The cloth piece on her shoulder was moved by a purple energy and looked just like butterfly wings. The hair on her cheek brushed back and forth, creating an amorous appearance. She said: “I’m just surprised that you’re here instead of looking for your prettiest girl since you don’t...