White clouds drifted lazily, wandering freely across the sky.
Sang Xiaowan pushed off with her feet, using the art of Shrinking the Ground to an Inch, and shook off her pursuers in the blink of an eye.
Soon, she approached the seating area where Fang Yang was located.
"Phew…"
The moment she drew near, she took a deep breath.
Her small, childish face was filled with a serious expression.
She had actually seen a portrait of Fang Yang before, so she had a general idea of what he looked like.
But a mere portrait was not enough for her to form a true mental image of him.
At this moment, her steps were light and cheerful as she walked inside.
As soon as she passed through the shadows, she looked up and saw a man and a woman.
The man was strikingly handsome with a tall, straight posture, sharp as a spear or a sword. He exuded an awe-inspiring aura, as if he looked down upon all heroes.
