Two relatively tall men wore golden armor that did not look dim in the night, bearing similarities to the Six Dings and Six Jias passed down in some regions.
Qin Ming felt that these two men were quite extraordinary, with rich vitality contained within their physical bodies. That vigorous spirit and blood qi had already pierced through their armor, impossible to conceal.
He had never seen these four people. If one spoke of the most eye-catching, it was naturally the woman at the lead.
Qin Ming's first impression of her was that she was beautiful; at first glance, she was incomparably stunning, and upon closer inspection, she seemed even more captivating.
Li Qingyue had already stopped, standing calmly by the roadside.
Her dark hair was like a waterfall, and her figure was as slender and graceful as a weeping willow. The wind fluttered her robes, and in this heavy night, there was no Fire Spring outside the town, yet she gave a sense of manifesting radiance, as if she were about to dispel the night mist.
Qin Ming did not look much, riding the Violet Lightning Beast as he prepared to charge straight past.
That little maid opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but thinking of her young mistress's words, it was inappropriate to acknowledge each other, so she closed her mouth again.
Qin Ming acutely captured her expression; the deep night could not obstruct his present eyesight.
At the same time, he noticed that the woman seemed to be sizing him up.
Qin Ming was surprised and could not help glancing at her.
The two sides were very close; he could even clearly see the patterns on the other's hair accessories.
The woman wore a silver feather robe and wore no powder, her exquisite face impeccable. Standing there