The woman who entered was not tall, around five foot three, yet her first impression was of a straight-backed, agile, powerful figure.
Most striking was her hair: a boyish buzz cut that did not look rough in the slightest. Perhaps it was because of how she dressed—a crisp, stylishly tailored white women's suit, with only a fine gauze scarf at her chest serving as a collar accent. She lacked none of a woman's charm, yet her posture and bearing stood out most of all, giving her the fashionable individuality of an elite urban professional.
Fine, in the end, that impression came down to her face.
This Lady's facial features were relatively soft, a typical East Asian face with no strong sense of age. Her brows and eyes were set rather far apart, giving her an open, composed air, while still being exquisitely attractive. It was impossible to tell that the sharp, cutting words from earlier had come from her mouth.
As Ronan studied her, the uninvited Lady met his gaze and smiled.
Her smile suited her features perfectly—frank and bright enough that the hall, dimmed by the storm clouds outside, seemed to light up at once.
She was the kind of woman who made it difficult to form a negative first impression.
Though her method of entering the conversation had been masterful, Ronan could not simply continue from there. He rose politely and asked,
"May I ask who this is...?"
"Let me introduce you. This is Lady Wan Liuhua, the Mitch Order's foremost Grand Normal and a Martial Arts Master renowned across the globe. She is also the Covenant Lord's right-hand woman."
Even Blood Demon's tone became serious.
However, the woman across from him did not appreciate it. Her smile deepened slightly, and she seemed to deliberately curl one corner