Petals danced across the sky as a graceful figure arrived with the breeze. Her pale blue robe fluttered in the wind, her expression serene and composed. An elegantly fashioned Ancient Sword hung across her back, adding a touch of heroic bearing to her aura. She was like a holy fairy born from the spiritual essence of Heaven and Earth.
She was a peerless beauty no less stunning than Wanwan, equally captivating and breathtaking. Yet her allure was entirely different from Wanwan's.
Wanwan was like an Elf, like an ever-changing Demoness, bewitching the soul and stirring desire from the depths of one's heart, making people want nothing more than to devour her whole.
But this holy fairy was like the most brilliant firework in the Mortal World, making people unable to resist wanting to possess her, to sincerely gain all of her, not merely satisfy their desire.
A fragrant breeze washed over him as Wanwan arrived at Yan Kuan's side. Her Heavenly Devil ribbons wrapped him tightly, while her slender jade hand seized his shoulder and turned him around. She smiled faintly at the sword-bearing woman and said, "Sister Feixuan, it has been a long time."
"Senior Sister Wanwan, who is this young master?"
Shi Feixuan looked at Yan Kuan, who had been nearly wrapped into a mummy by Wanwan, and a trace of confusion crossed her eyes. She had initially assumed that the Heavenly Devil Palace Lord was plotting something again and had pursued her after discovering her trail. She had not expected to witness this scene instead.
Yan Kuan's aura was ordinary, and he looked like the sort of person who was utterly unremarkable. Although Wanwan, the Heavenly Devil Palace Lord, had a poor reputation, Shi Feixuan knew as her rival that Wanwan kept herself clean.
Every man who