After passing through the opening in the bedroom, secretly concealed by a Soul Power mechanism, descending more than thirty steps, and walking through a long corridor over twenty meters in length, Ye Qifeng finally arrived at Qian Renxue's secret room once again.
He had visited this spacious underground secret room many times already, yet as he entered its familiar depths again, he could not help feeling a little uneasy. Well, guilty. He always felt that something bad was about to happen.
Sure enough, his feeling was not wrong. Qian Renxue had drawn her sword on him again.
"Xue'er, we've finally reunited after so long. Let's not keep fighting, shall we?"
Standing in the spacious Cultivation Arena deep within the secret room, Ye Qifeng looked at Qian Renxue across from him, who had removed the Camouflage of her Angel God Set Spirit Bones and returned to her original appearance, and spoke to her with slight helplessness.
Qian Renxue was now twenty-four years old. Her skin was fairer than snow, her nose straight, her phoenix eyes slightly narrow, and her peerlessly beautiful face carried a touch of majesty. She was still as beautiful as ever—beautiful to the extreme, the kind of beauty that could never be forgotten after a single glance.
Compared to when they had met in the secret room several years ago, she had clearly become more mature. Her figure had grown fuller, sexier, and more alluring as well.
She wore a long, one-piece palace gown woven from golden threads, with no excessive decorative patterns and a style both ancient and elegant. Its golden high collar protected her snowy, slender neck, complementing her dazzling golden hair.
It made her seem as though her entire body were shrouded in a soft golden halo, like an angelic goddess descended from the heavens.