Li River Palace.
On the island.
Miao Guan, dressed in plain white, slightly bowed toward Jiang Ning.
In response to Jiang Ning's question about Yu Jiuxiao, she displayed a calm and composed smile.
Then, her expression changed.
Suddenly revealing a flawlessly perfect face.
No pores or fine hair like ordinary people, as if carved from flawless jade, perfect in every aspect, both overall and in individual features.
"King Luoshui seems to not regard me, the second of this generation?" Miao Guan spoke, noting Jiang Ning's momentary daze, while a subtle smile played at her lips.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ning steadied his heart.
Inexplicably, there was a newfound sense of caution within.
Because the face of the woman in the white dress before him was too perfectly perfect.
This kind of perfect beauty, rather added a sense of unreal.
Then he looked into Miao Guan's eyes, with a trace of laughter on his face as well.
Both had such arrogance!
He chuckled to himself.
