Before Zhang Deming could reply, both of them froze. They turned their heads at the same time to look to the side.
Just then, a graceful figure floated over from behind. She wore a pink dress, her long, elegant hair dancing in the wind. In terms of looks, she surpassed most of the Female Cultivators Zhang Deming had ever seen.
She could even compare to Dang Rushuang.
Unlike Dang Rushuang, her beauty was vibrant and enchanting, yet she maintained a cold and aloof aura.
The stark contrast between ultimate temptation and a Frost Goddess manifested in a single person, creating a strange sort of allure.
It seemed that whenever she appeared, she would instantly capture everyone's gaze, drawing all attention to herself.
Her feet hovered an inch above the ground, held aloft by a barely perceptible wisp of pink smoke that propelled her swiftly forward.
