Look again, and she was like a peony—resplendent, vibrant, and blooming with a powerful radiance.
She was merely walking at a leisurely pace, a smile on her face, yet she exuded an inexplicable sense of danger...
The group only snapped back to their senses when Song Wanning came to a stop before them.
"Martial Niece?"
Feng Xue stared at Wan Ning's face, her own eyes growing brighter and brighter.
"Junior Sister, why didn't you tell us our Martial Niece was this beautiful?"
"Her strength is one thing, but her looks are one in a million! What do those people out there have to compete with our Martial Niece?"
"They're just a pack of dogs, scrambling over the first bone they see!!!"
She snorted inwardly, clearly thinking of those people with ill intentions.
Even Cang Yang, who had been silent the whole time, couldn't help but nod. "Our Martial Niece is indeed outstanding. After all, she's the only junior of our generation on Chasing Cloud Peak!"
