Compared to half a year ago, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's clothing and appearance had changed greatly.
First, there was their hair. Both had tied it into ponytails instead of letting it hang loose over their shoulders.
Then there were their clothes.
Zhu Zhuqing had abandoned her usual form-fitting black leather outfit and changed into a white robe.
It concealed the voluptuous figure that had never matched her age remarkably well.
With a white tear-streaked mask on her face and her dark hair cascading like a waterfall, she was coldly beautiful and noble, pure and immaculate. She did not seem like a woman of this mortal world, but rather a fairy from the moon or a dragon maiden from the Dragon Palace.
Her black hair drifted in the breeze, making her seem holy and noble, utterly different from her former icy allure.
In contrast, Ning Rongrong wore a form-fitting black leather outfit, along with a tear-streaked mask.
Only hers was black.
The exquisitely crafted, luxurious leather outfit perfectly outlined Ning Rongrong's graceful curves.
The only flaw was that the curve in front of her chest looked slightly unnatural.
She had most likely padded it.
"One is level forty-three and a half, nearly forty-four, while the other is level thirty-eight. They've really made progress."
"Looks like Zhu Zhuqing took an Immortal Herb too. I just don't know where she got it."
"It's just that this disguise is a little too self-defeating. They've already come to the Great Soul Arena to fight—does disguising themselves still mean anything?"
Lin Yuan silently spread out his spiritual domain. Through the surrounding greenery, he sensed a familiar Soul Emperor's aura secretly following them.
It belonged to the female Soul Emperor guard from last time.
This made Lin Yuan even more certain that she was a Spirit