Jing Kongzhao!
This renowned Sang Country's Martial God, yet very few people know her.
She quietly walked onto the arena, and the crowd barely noticed her.
Yang Fei's pupils contracted like pinpricks, like a cat's eye directly hit by sunlight.
On Jing Kongzhao, he couldn't detect any aura of danger.
However, within Yang Fei, Turtle Extreme was shrieking sharply, urging Yang Fei to stay away from this seemingly harmless, pitiful little girl.
Jing Kongzhao walked up to Yang Fei, extended a soft, white little finger, and her smile bloomed like a lily on her face.
"After so many years, you've grown so much. Time flies, it's truly sigh-worthy."
Yang Fei looked at this underdeveloped little girl, speaking such strange words, and felt a chill down his spine.
The little girl before him seemed like a thousand-year-old female demon resurrected from an ancient tomb.
Yang Fei couldn't feel her presence at all.
