The voice was soft, yet it sufficed to spread throughout the entire hall.
Everyone involuntarily turned to look.
A light-fitting long dress, with a bow tied around her slender waist, perfectly adorned her figure.
Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, hanging behind her, resting on her shoulders, her pale and delicate eyes were like those in a mural, strands of hair entwined with her earlobes, the contrast of black and white was stark.
Truly a peerless beauty!
They were all transfixed, watching this world-class woman descending the stairs slowly.
A question arose in everyone's minds.
Who is this person?
Her tone seemed to imply she wanted to overshadow Mr. Fang.
At the moment they saw Ye Wenjun.
The so-called learned and courteous beauties from the Seventy-two Sects felt an inferiority complex arise.
The gap was too great, they couldn't even muster up jealousy.
Whether it was in poise, temperament, or appearance.
