"Long Qianyao"
The moment he heard that name, Qingyi raised his head, interrupting his silent meditation.
Finally, a fight he was interested in.
With one smooth movement, Qianyao took to the air, landing elegantly on one side of the large silver concrete platform.
Her beautiful golden eyes analyzed her opponent coldly while her slender, delicate fingers moved to the handle of her enormous sword, holding it firmly.
Her opponent landed silently on the other side of the platform. Long, pure white wings appeared on his back, their gentle beats making the air around him move as his long golden hair fluttered.
He was a member of the eagle people, a young man of great arrogance and beauty.
"Young Miss Qianyao, I apologize for my rudeness, but don't feel bad... I can buy you a nice meal when we're done." The young man from the eagle people flashed a big smile, but Qianyao's face remained impassive.
It was as if she only had an annoying insect screaming at her.
