Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.
Cha Ci frowned: "Hmm?"
As he frowned, the two samurai beside him instantly became alert, their brows furrowing, and their eyes burning as they looked around.
At that moment, a graceful and beautiful figure appeared at the doorway.
Everyone's gaze immediately turned towards her—the one standing at the door was a beautiful dancing girl, no more than twenty years old, with brows like distant mountains and eyes like shining stars. Though lightly made up, her cherry lips were painted a vivid red, luscious and tempting; she wore a pure white long dress, spotless, like snow-capped clouds, with only a tightly fastened waistbelt of bright rouge, like her cherry lips, highlighting her slender, graspable waist, making her stunningly beautiful in her simplicity, breathtakingly so.
Cha Ci's eyes widened instantly, his bloodshot eyes full of the graceful silhouette.
At this moment, the woman stepped, one step at a time, into the hall.
