Meanwhile, inside the Wei Alchemy Hall,
In Wei Meilin's private guest room, a heavy and oppressive tension lingered in the air.
Three cloaked figures stood silently like shadows as their presence cold and oppressive.
In front of them, Wei Zhong lounged arrogantly in a guest chair with one foot disrespectfully place on the table.
His lecherous gaze was fixed shamelessly on the woman seated behind the desk in front of him.
The woman possessed a mature yet flawlessly youthful face that radiated an enchanting allure with those lustrous dark hair that was elegantly tied up with a jade hairpin, framing her features beautifully.
Her cold, mesmerizing purple eyes gleamed with quiet intelligence and icy composure.
She currently wore a tight, luxurious green qipao that clung to her body like a second skin, while perfectly outlining her sinful hourglass figure.
