After that, things remained quiet for a long time.
It was almost a week later that Xue Xue appeared again with Zhao Yan.
Sure enough, time was a butcher's knife. Even black history embarrassing enough to cause social death could eventually be buried by the passage of time.
As for Li Chu, that archenemy of hers, she was not there.
It was not just the two women this time—there were three more people.
Two men and one woman.
The two men looked calm, and their gazes toward Li Su were equally calm, without the slightest hint of treating him like a class enemy.
The woman, on the other hand, had the rare combination of a childlike face and enormous breasts. Her large bright eyes glittered with starlight as they continuously swept back and forth between Li Su and the three women. Her love of gossip was plain to see.
After a dry cough, Xue Xue was the first to speak. "Let me introduce you. Shang Xing, Luo Yun, and An Ran."
Shang Xing was the man with swordlike brows. He carried an otherworldly air, and dense primal wind power swirled around him.
Luo Yun, meanwhile, was broad-backed and powerfully built. His hands in particular were disproportionately large; grabbing a person's head would be effortless for him. Though most of his body was concealed beneath his clothes, the outline alone revealed the exceptionally developed muscles underneath.
This man was covered in lightning power, and faint arcs of electricity could be seen curling through the aura he exhaled.
As for An Ran, she was the child-faced, big-breasted girl. The vitality around her was exceptionally rich. Though it could not compare to Li Su's flesh and blood, she could still be called outstandingly singular. Looking across the world, at the Taiyi surface stage,