A gentle breeze stirred. Ling Wei stood in the wind, her eyes on Wen Qingye.
Her purple robes danced in the wind. She had a finely sculpted nose, crimson lips, and pearly teeth. Her black hair swayed, dancing with the breeze, while her eyes held a sense of urgency, yet also a faint, almost imperceptible aura of power.
"It's been a while," Ling Wei said with a smile.
Wen Qingye laughed as well. "Yes, it has been a while. To be honest, I should have figured it out long ago."
The surname Ling belonged to the Royal Family of the Celestial Martial Country. And in the entire Celestial Martial Country, who else with that surname possessed such authority? 'To think I didn't realize it back in the Hundred Break Mountains.' Wen Qingye couldn't help but laugh at his own foolishness.
"It's not too late to figure it out now," Ling Wei said with a sweet smile. "You, on the other hand, are the one who has truly surprised me."
