The eight pairs of golden wings behind the noblewoman moved automatically without wind, and streaks of golden light began to flicker.
Her gaze suddenly turned cold, murderous intent swirling.
Xia Chaoge saw this and became anxious.
Could it be that her uncle-master is here looking for her?
"Mother, don't make things difficult for them."
The noblewoman glanced at her and said, "So anxious, could it be you're worried Jiang Fan is among them?"
Her gaze shifted, and a circle of golden flames appeared beneath her feet, burning upward and enveloping her whole body.
Once the flames dispersed.
The noblewoman had transformed into a woman in her twenties, dressed in a refreshing moon-white long dress, her demeanor serene, her appearance delicate.
The eight pairs of wings behind her vanished, the cultivation of the Great Angel completely withdrawn.
Two little angels appeared, floating up and down above her head.
