The snow fell without end, tossed about by the frigid wind like fluttering butterflies, as though someone's longing had shattered across the ground.
Everyone looked to the sky, at the bewitching woman who slowly descended from the heavens and stood atop the tower. For a moment, no one could speak.
The general had gone white-haired in a single battle.
The once high-spirited, unrivaled greatest military commander of Sunset City now sat collapsed in the snow, his head full of frost-white hair and dried blood still staining the corner of his mouth.
Yet the woman drifted like an immortal, untouched from head to toe. Even her clothes had not been tainted in the slightest by the wind and snow, as though the blizzard itself had to detour around her.
No one had expected this outcome.
After all, the general was the City Lord's Manor's pride!
Over the years, whenever powerful enemies invaded, the general had stood alone at the pass, holding off ten thousand men. Yet today, before everyone's eyes, he had been beaten into such a miserable state by a woman of unknown origin.
This—this was a slap in City Lord Yan Wuhen's face!
Tang Feng was utterly baffled, while Bao Xiaoqin did not know whether to laugh or cry.
You really are something else. You're exactly like the Wang Xian she knew.
Vengeful, fond of showing off, and determined to steal the spotlight in front of everyone. A woman like that was either insane or truly possessed heaven-defying ability.
Ye Honglian trembled inwardly, her body quivering faintly. Still, she took a deep breath, stepped forward, and pulled Yan Hui behind her.
The action was almost instinctive.
Even though she had seen Yan Hui's other side, even though those shady deeds chilled her to the bone, what else could she