After that laughing question, the golden light slowly faded.
As its radiance dispersed, it revealed an incomparably beautiful young woman in a magnificent, floor-length palace gown of rose red. Her black hair was piled into a high bun, with a golden dangling hairpin tucked into it at an angle, and a scarlet silk stole draped over her arms.
She was like an immortal maiden, no less than a goddess-
Her brows lifted slightly as she smiled at Chen Heng, a faint trace of delight and relief in her eyes.
Atop her head grew a pair of exquisite dragon horns, each about three inches long and resembling coral. They dazzled the eye like some rare treasure.
So this is the Dragon Woman?
Chen Heng thought to himself, his gaze lingering briefly on those dainty dragon horns. Chen Chan noticed at once and shot him a glare.
"What? Too embarrassed to speak?"
Seeing that the man opposite her remained silent and still seemed wary, Chen Chan could not help smiling.
"Can people cultivating in the Xiantian Demon Sect be brother and sister too?"
"What? That monk actually escaped the Blood River Sect? And reached the Eastern Sea? The Blood River Sect sent out two True Lords and even brought out a supreme treasure like the Blood-Skinning Slaughter Pool Great Hell, yet they still failed to take him down?"
Fortunately, their breathing was still fairly steady, and none had lost a hand or foot.
After leaving the Flowing Fire Grand Transformation Grotto-Heaven, Chen Heng had only stayed with Ding Hэpu for a few days before coming straight to the Eastern Sea.
Although he had made a point of asking about news of the Eastern Sea along the way.
He was deeply horrified, feeling thorns against his back, truly unable to stand at ease.