Rong Yanchen could not see her face clearly at first. Her figure was partly blocked, her features hidden. And yet, something about her drew him in. Without realizing it, he took a step forward, then another, his expression slowly turning serious.
In the next moment, his figure blurred slightly as he activated a hidden technique of the fox tribe. His presence faded completely, blending into the surroundings as if he did not exist. At his level, unless someone was equal to or stronger than him, they would never notice.
Silently, he moved closer, step by step, until he finally saw her clearly.
His breath stilled.
She was beautiful… no, more than that. She was stunning.
In his entire life, he had only ever acknowledged one woman's beauty to this extent, the priestess. Even her daughter could not compare. But this female… she was something else entirely.
