At Dao Guang and Qi Ming's call, the attention of more than two thousand people, all fixed on the great battle, was dragged away and fell upon a stunningly beautiful figure.
Li Hong!
She was unquestionably a woman of peerless grace—tall and slender, with bewitching curves.
Willow-leaf brows, phoenix eyes, jade-like earlobes, skin white as snow without the slightest flaw.
A dot of red marked her brow. Her lustrous black hair was coiled behind her head and fastened with a snowy-white pearl ornament. Locks of dark hair fell beside her ears to her collarbones, adorned with a pair of red pendants, each hung with two tiny bells.
Her clothing was predominantly white: a long robe interwoven with red threads across the chest and waist.
Its material was extraordinarily refined. It looked as though it had been woven from silk, yet radiant light flowed through it; it was like metal, and like scales.
Of course, her appearance alone could not possibly encompass all that she was.
Most astonishing was her bearing. She was the Burning Dao Sect's foremost prodigy, and Li Province's foremost prodigy as well. Unlike Dao Guang and the others, she truly had the record of slaying a Golden Core cultivator. She was a supreme prodigy on the Earth Ranking, one destined to ascend the Heavenly List in the future.
Yet strangely, until Dao Guang and Qi Ming called out to her, such a woman—one impossible to forget and surely meant to be the center of attention—had seemed to stand amid thick fog. Though everyone knew she was there, they simply could not focus their attention on her.
Now, as if they had suddenly remembered her, disciples of the other sects could not help but reveal excited, exhilarated expressions. Right—they still had a figure of near-legendary stature on their