"If it's war you want, then war it is. You think my Shennong Pavilion would be afraid?"
Yu Yaoran said coldly, his face full of disdain.
"You…"
"Looks like your Shennong Pavilion actually has some confidence this year, daring to talk to me like that!"
Xie Kun snorted icily.
"Everyone, we're here today to exchange pointers, not to tear each other's faces. Why hurt the harmony?"
Just then, a cool, clear female voice rang out.
A matron in a white palace gown, her hair piled up high, with a cold and distant face, walked over slowly.
An ethereal air radiated off her, yet she still retained a mature allure.
At her side followed a girl in a long, sheer white silk dress, with long hair, delicate features, and a cold, stunning beauty.
She looked only just of age, yet already outshone all the other girls, breathtakingly beautiful.
Her whole body exuded an immortal-like aura, as if a fairy had descended to the mortal world.
