She wore a small cap embroidered with gold thread, with a long emerald-green feather tucked into its brim, making her especially conspicuous in the night.
The woman was stunningly beautiful, yet her beauty was entirely unlike Ren Yingying's delicate fragility.
Her beauty was breathtaking, a graceful loveliness infused with vigorous, heroic spirit.
Her cheeks were flushed, like rosy clouds against white skies; her eyes shone brightly, like stars beneath a clear moon.
Her figure was supple and slender. Even amid such fierce fighting, she remained captivatingly graceful, radiant beyond compare.
That blend of heroic poise and feminine charm was like a winter plum embracing snow, or an autumn chrysanthemum cloaked in frost—dazzlingly splendid, beautiful as the morning glow.
"Green Feather Yellow Robe Huo Qingtong?"
Lin Xuan recognized the newcomer.
Back on Zhongnan Mountain, he had met this extraordinary woman once and had been deeply impressed by the rare heroic spirit she possessed.
He had never expected to encounter her here again today.
At that moment, Huo Qingtong's eyes were wide with fury.
She had clearly taken Ren Yingying for one of those fiends who brought calamity to the martial world, striking with a killing move from the outset.
Ren Yingying had evidently not expected a sudden attack either, but her reactions were swift.
Her delicate body tilted slightly, allowing her to evade the short sword's edge at the critical moment.
"Where did this wild girl come from, daring to disrespect the Holy Maiden?!"
Xiang Wentian barked furiously and was about to intervene, but Ren Yingying raised a hand to stop him.
"Uncle Xiang, wait."
Ren Yingying looked at Huo Qingtong before her, her fine brows slightly furrowed as a trace of confusion flashed through her eyes. "Sister, I have never met you before. Why are you trying to take my