Li Huowang had no idea what identity this woman held, but judging by her attire, she must hold a pretty high status among Gao Zhijian's women.
Red and yellow dominated, golden and silver thread embroidered with phoenixes and luan birds, her sleeves adorned with enormous peonies, vibrant and dazzling. Her skirt had the cut of a robe, with silver phoenixes sewn across the hem—opulence incarnate.
At the center of her Ling Yunbun, the beak of a phoenix held a Bright Pearl, and strands of tassel dangled lightly from below. All this reflected onto that fox-like, enchanting face, lending it a coquettish radiance.
Despite her stunning looks, the moment that cherry-red mouth opened, no amount of jewels or fine clothes could conceal the malice within. "So you're Li Huowang? Cat got your tongue? Say something—are you mute?"
Li Huowang didn't answer; he simply stood there, brow furrowed, staring hard at that fox-like face before him.
