Ye Xishui looked to be around thirty. Her purple-red hair was parted down the middle, silky and smooth as it fell past her shoulders.
Her features were exquisite: a high nose bridge, thin lips, a pointed chin, and breathtakingly beautiful contours.
Her skin was delicate, almost a cold white.
There was a dark red diamond-shaped mark on her forehead. Her earrings were long and slender, adorned with dark gold and red ornaments.
Nearly 1.8 meters tall, she had a slender, curvaceous figure, strikingly long legs, and a scarlet gown with an extremely low V-neck. The overall style made her look both noble and seductive.
She was the very image of a glamorous, cold, red-clad mature beauty.
If this had been before his "rebirth," Ma Hongjun would have been drooling.
But right now, he did not dare so much as fart.
Because he knew full well that the woman before him was even crazier than Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God.
At least Bibi Dong had that useless Yu Gang as her weak spot.
But this lunatic had none whatsoever.
She had no bottom line, no limits. For power, she had even borne Zhongli Wu with Zhongli Old Ghost, the former former leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.
She had also utterly bewitched Long Xiaoyao, that deadbeat simp.
It was only because her cultivation was merely rank ninety-nine.
She had not become a god.
Otherwise, she would definitely have been even more terrifying than Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God.
Ye Xishui had no idea what Ma Hongjun thought of her. Even if she did, she would probably say, "You're a very good judge of character."
When she heard that Sunset Forest contained a legacy left behind by Tang San, the Sea God, her eyes brightened slightly. Just as she was about to