Ying Ji pondered: "Fortunately, he is using the identity of a Taixuan Sect disciple at the moment, even if someone wants to pay excessive attention, they wouldn't dare to be too blatant..."
Halfway through her sentence, Ying Ji fell into a subtle silence.
Perceiving something unusual, Yin Baishuang straightened up and followed Ying Ji's deeply narrowed gaze into the distance.
On the right-side pavilion, there was a glamorous and charming woman holding a plump rabbit, staring eagerly at Baili An on the altar.
Her gaze was like a hooked knife, wishing to scrape a chunk of flesh off him.
This look was beyond what "blatant" could describe.
The dazzling beauty, with alluring charm in countless forms, had a vacant stare, and the Hada from her mouth was about to fall onto the rabbit's fat head.
She looked like a ravenous stray dog who hadn't eaten for days, suddenly seeing a fragrant, large meat bun on a cold winter day.
