The painted boat, pulled by the Three-headed Beast, descended directly into the heart of Anyang City.
A retinue of Knights followed close behind, and they all quickly vanished from sight.
A cacophony of shocked chatter was all that remained on the long street.
But the young woman in white standing before the shop was still fuming.
She possessed a refined beauty and an elegant bearing. Her eyes shimmered like water, captivating and alluring, and her figure was slender and graceful.
Her long, silky black hair cascaded to her waist, giving her the gentle air of a well-bred lady from a noble house.
At this moment, however, she was grinding her teeth, her expression filled with loathing. It was as if all her hatred was directed at the painted boat that had just descended from the sky.
"Senior Sister Zhao, what's wrong?"
The group of junior sisters at her side couldn't help but ask.
