The Woman Behind the Fan

A woman stood at the doorway.

She wore a qipao, the satin hugging her figure as she moved with graceful, colorful elegance.

Her long, straight legs were fair and smooth, her arms slender as lotus roots, and her figure alluring. Above that, all Lu Ban could see was a fan edged with animal fur, covering the lower half of the woman's face. Yet even from her brows and eyes alone, it was clear that she was an extraordinarily beautiful woman.

Alluring, pure, innocent, and dazzling—so many contradictory qualities mingled within her, yet none seemed out of place.

Her black hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled like gemstones. For most people, merely looking at her would have been an unforgettable pleasure for a lifetime.

Her high heels struck the floor, the crisp footsteps pounding against everyone's souls. Each sound was accompanied by a tremor in their hearts.

The instant Lu Ban saw the woman, his movements froze.

He knew very well that when he had first come to the Ruined City, he had already seen this woman in that dim alley.

That had happened more than a decade ago in the Ruined City, yet the woman had not changed in the slightest. Clearly, something was wrong.

Stone's expression also stiffened. As a native of the Ruined City, he had naturally heard the relevant urban legend.

On the streets of the Ruined City late at night, one might encounter a woman whose face was covered. If one saw her face, one would die a horrible death.

Xiya instinctively sensed an eerie and dangerous aura about the woman. Compared with Daoist He Ming, the woman's level was higher—more terrifying and indescribable.

The woman's gaze swept across the room. She paid no attention to Stone, lingered on Xiya for half