"Master..."
A voice as tender as glutinous rice echoed in the empty room.
At this moment, Chen Feng opened his gloomy eyes and quietly looked around. His gaze was a bit dazed, but soon regained clarity.
"Xu Hongzhuang?" Chen Feng muttered.
Before him was the girl he had encountered when slaying the Terrain Dragon; she stood nearby with a smile, her eyes filled with spring as she gazed directly at him.
Her hair was let down, the black strands smooth and silky, the ends naturally curled and hanging on her frail shoulders. She was clothed in a thin garment that could not conceal her taut skin, with legs as white as ivory exposed.
Once, Xu Hongzhuang was a black rose covered in thorns, bleeding anyone who touched her. But now, she had transformed into a tempting rose, her eyes tinged with blood.
Chen Feng remained calm, his face expressionless.
