Bao Xiaoqin rapidly searched through her memories.
She had seen nearly all the famous beauties among Sunset City's great families. Yet no matter how she thought about it, none of them matched the face before her.
This woman's aura was far too unique.
She was not someone a place like Sunset City could have nurtured.
Standing there, she was like a spiritual sword hidden within its sheath.
Its edge could not be seen, yet its chilling presence could still be felt. She was also like the first snow atop a mountain in late autumn—pure, cold, and too distant for anyone to approach.
Bao Xiaoqin calculated quickly in her heart.
If this woman had come to cause trouble for Wang Xian, then it had nothing to do with her. If a fight broke out later, should she slip away quietly, or join Wang Xian?
She could not see through the woman's cultivation.
That made her even more uneasy.
After so many years in Sunset City, she had encountered countless experts, yet no one had ever given her this feeling... Clearly standing right there, yet like a cloud of mist—reach out to grasp it, and there was nothing to catch.
To her, this was an unknown danger.
And clever women never liked unknown dangers.
The woman before him remained silent, and Wang Xian could not help touching his nose.
He could feel the woman's gaze resting on him. It was like a feather, so light it was almost weightless, yet it somehow made him uncomfortable all over.
He was considering whether to tell Bao Xiaoqin to leave immediately.
She could go to the inn and find Hu Yulou, or head to the lakeside and find Tang Feng. In any case, the farther away from here, the better.
Just as he was