The black hood was slowly lowered, revealing beautiful fiery-red hair. Feng Wutong lifted her head slightly, and a face lovely enough to topple kingdoms appeared before everyone's eyes.
In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to lose their color.
The many young disciples of the Speed Clan and the Defense Clan froze where they stood.
Some disciples who had been drinking forgot what they were doing. Their cups stopped by their mouths, and wine ran down the corners of their lips to the floor, making a pattering sound. Only after hearing it did those young disciples, who had been staring fixedly at Feng Wutong, finally snap awake.
Noble and coldly beautiful—even though Feng Wutong had only revealed her head, calling her a goddess was no exaggeration.
She was like a noble bird, looking down on them from on high.
They had never imagined that the person beside Dai Yao who had always worn a black robe was actually such a beautiful woman.
Bai Chenxiang felt somewhat ashamed of her own inferiority. She had originally felt a little resentful over Dai Yao's dismissive attitude toward her, but after seeing Feng Wutong this time, that resentment vanished completely.
Ning Rongrong, Feng Wutong—each of them, whether in appearance, temperament, or even strength, far surpassed her. No wonder Dai Yao looked at her no differently than he looked at an ordinary person.
Sensing the heated gazes around her, Feng Wutong could not help frowning. Some resistance rose in her heart, and she leaned a little closer to Dai Yao.
"You... you are..."
Bai He suddenly stood up, his eyes burning as he looked at Feng Wutong. He spoke excitedly, both hands trembling.
He was different from those young people who were fascinated by Feng Wutong's appearance. From Feng Wutong, he felt a surge of