Qingyun Back Cliff.
As a fragrant scent drifted through the air.
Ye Ping opened his eyes.
He was somewhat puzzled, unsure where the fragrance had come from.
But the moment he opened his eyes, all he saw was a field of snow-white.
Then several thousand words surfaced in his mind.
Big! Big! Big! Big! Big! Big!
Ye Ping was a little dumbfounded and froze instinctively.
"Little Junior Brother, is it pretty?"
A slightly seductive voice rang by his ear.
Ye Ping immediately came back to his senses.
Whoosh!
The next moment, Ye Ping retreated several dozen meters, his expression filled with alarm.
Yet when Ye Ping saw the woman before him, he froze.
The woman wore a light-blue long dress, her figure graceful and alluring, big, big, big, big, big—ahem—her face was exquisitely beautiful, like a goddess descended to earth. Even calling her devastatingly beautiful enough to topple a nation felt like an insult to her.
Though her voice was seductive, neither her appearance nor her bearing carried the slightest trace of coquettishness. On the contrary, she possessed an ethereal air untouched by the dust of the mortal world.
It was truly difficult to imagine that someone who spoke so seductively could possess such an otherworldly temperament.
"Eldest Senior Sister?"
After thinking it over carefully, Ye Ping finally asked tentatively.
Within the Qingyun Dao Sect, there were several people he had never met: Eldest Senior Sister, Fourth Disciple Brother, and Fifth Disciple Brother. As for the others, he had seen them at least once during meals.
"So Little Junior Brother still knows he has an Eldest Senior Sister?"
Xiao Muxue smiled faintly, then straightened up and looked him over from head to toe.
"Disciple Brother Ye Ping greets Eldest Senior Sister."
Ye Ping had never expected that this stunning woman