The mercenary party in the distance carried a thick stench of blood. Many of the burly men looked fierce and exhausted, and some even reeked of sweat.
Yet amid that bloodstained party stood a striking splash of white: a slender, tall young woman who looked to be in her early twenties.
Her dark hair fell to her waist, which was slender enough to encircle with a hand. Her clean, fair face looked gentle and pure, like a white lotus blooming amid the mercenaries.
"I like girls who are like angels." Xiao Yan remembered something a certain celebrity from his previous life-now working a prison sewing machine-had often said.
This girl was neither as seductive as Ya Fei and Yao Ye nor as dazzling as Yun Yun and Nalan Yanran, but a single glance at her was enough to refresh the heart.
She was already a rare beauty, and her equally rare, ethereal air made her all the more captivating.
As the saying went, she emerged from the mud unstained, bathed in clear ripples without becoming coquettish.
Those words seemed less like a description of a lotus and more like something written just for her.
"Heh heh, she really is a rare beauty." Xiao Yan's lips curled slightly, and he could not help stealing a few more glances at Xiao Yi Xian's slender waist.
"A shame she's a little flat." Xiao Yan shook his head with a smile. Just then, a figure standing beside the girl made him frown slightly.
"This simp looks a little familiar." He thought for a moment but could not remember who the man was. Still, that did not matter. It would not stop him from flirting.
And so, under the dumbfounded gazes of the middle-aged man and the Myriad Medicine Pavilion clerk, Xiao Yan strode toward