The scene on the mountain path was somewhat strange. Besides Luo Bei, the black-clothed woman, the sickly beauty Wan Daimei, and the icy beauty in the pavilion, two more women had appeared.
Of the two additional women, one was so tall that "willowy" could not even begin to describe her; only "burly" would do. This woman, dressed in dark green, stood half a head taller than Luo Bei and gave off an exceptionally sturdy impression. Her lips were rather thick, and her face somewhat square. Judging by her figure or features alone, she could not be called a beauty. Yet that face paired with her remarkably well-proportioned body produced an unusually harmonious beauty—wild, bold, and rugged. Put a suit of soft armor on her, and she would resemble one of the powerful female generals among the barbarian tribes of the northern lands.
The women in Yun Hezi's estate truly were all utterly different from one another, each a peerless beauty with her own distinct charm.
Yet this striking beauty, brimming with fierce and rugged air, was now being gripped by the back of the neck like a chick by another woman, her face drained and filled with fury.
The one gripping her neck was a woman in a long purple robe. Like the icy beauty, this purple-robed woman had exquisitely sculpted features, but her nose was higher, her skin as white as porcelain, and her eyes a startling sky blue. She resembled a woman from Persia or some similar land, yet one could be certain that even in Persia, she would still be a peerless beauty.
The moment Luo Bei darted out and suddenly saw four more stunning women besides the black-clothed woman, he was briefly unable to make sense of the situation. The others also seemed not to have