"Qing State Meng Family, Meng Hedong."
"Come forth for a battle!!!"
At this moment, this voice echoed throughout the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.
South Peak, at the mountain summit.
A woman dressed in a light purple palace gown, with a silver-white belt accentuating her curves, was sitting silently, cross-legged.
Her brows resembled distant blue-green mountains, her eyes were like stars and moon, her face lightly powdered, her skin like congealed fat, her expression serene.
The whistling mountain wind gently lifted her cloud-like hair.
"Ran'er, back then, I accompanied you to the Meng Family to annul the engagement. Now that Meng Hedong has come, I should handle it."
"How about letting me stop him for you?"
Moo Yuemei, clad in a pristine Taoist robe, stood before Li Ran and spoke softly.
There was a hint of affection in her eyes. Her disciple had only gone to annul an engagement at the Meng Family back then, what grave sin does that amount to?
