Zhuo Yanran loved black. Her long, cinched-waist dress traced several graceful curves along her incomparably lovely figure, and her tall frame was a natural clothes hanger.
A smile rested on her delicate, refined face. Though this was their first meeting, she praised Kong Xuan, appearing rather warm and enthusiastic.
Clearly, she was elevating Xuan while suppressing Qi.
Wang Xuan looked like a demon king who was poor with words, even somewhat restrained. He wore a simple, honest smile and gave her the appropriate positive response.
In truth, he wanted to say a few more words, but could only mutter to himself: We're acquaintances too. We've sparred before. Back then, someone who loved to cry even shed tears.
Sparring was one thing, but they had also gathered for drinks on Turtle Island beneath the moonlit night. They were indeed fairly familiar with each other.
An Jingqi was slender and tall, graceful as a willow. Standing together with Zhuo Yanran, whether in appearance or aura, they seemed to be competing in splendor and beauty, faintly targeting each other.
She turned slightly, her profile exquisite, and sneered. "Look at how tea-scented you are. Did you just come out of that 'Dao Tea' shop across the street?"
The moment these two met, they truly traded barbed words and battled with pen and sword, directly activating mutual-smear mode. Both were extraordinarily beautiful and possessed exceptional bearing, rare even among female immortals, yet they sniped at each other like this. It was truly unusual.
"How could I compare to you? You clearly broke your slender willow waist, and now you've come to pet cats again." Zhuo Yanran's face was pure and sweet, but her black dress carried a mature style, creating a powerful contrast.
Wang Xuan felt that both girls had formidable combat power with their