"Young Master Lin."
Seeing how deeply shaken Hun Changqing was, Feng Qing'er smiled radiantly. Just as she was about to say more, an ethereal voice drifted from the space beside them, cutting her off.
"It's certainly lively here."
Feng Qing'er's delicate brows drew together. Having her expression of affection for Hun Changqing interrupted filled her with irritation, and murderous intent stirred as she turned to look.
A breathtaking woman appeared in midair, dressed in a pitch-black robe adorned with golden patterns. A dark crimson sash encircled her slender waist, accentuating every curve of her graceful figure while lending her an air of majesty and nobility, like an emperor reigning high above all others.
The woman approached with light steps through the air. With every footfall, a golden lotus flame blossomed beneath her feet. Lotuses bloomed at every step, her imposing presence dazzling and magnificent.
As she slowly reached the group, her exquisite features came clearly into view, divine in their beauty and unmatched in their splendor.
A languid smile played on her lips, making her look elegant and regal. A hint of amusement lingered in her eyes as they swept between Hun Changqing and Feng Qing'er, yet deep within them, a terrifying, savage bloodlust quietly brewed.
Once Feng Qing'er recognized the newcomer, her pupils contracted sharply. Her smile faded slightly, and her expression grew grave. She knew this woman. The ruthless, decisive way she had killed at the Sacred Pill City trade fair had left a profound impression on her.
"Gu Xun'er, the Gu Clan's Young Patriarch. So your relationship really wasn't that simple!"
The sight of Gu Xun'er immediately reminded Feng Qing'er of the strangely charged conversation between her and Hun Changqing at the Sacred Pill City trade fair. Although she did not know why Gu Xun'er had come,