A little petite figure appeared before the eyes of everyone present.
Jun Wu Xie was wearing a simple long dress as she walked into the hall. A head of jet-black hair still wet from her bath, laid on her shoulders. The fragrance from the bath had washed away the pungent smell of blood. Under the backdrop of water vapour, her clean, pale skin looked soft and delicate.
It was a precious beauty.
When Jun Wu Yao saw Jun Wu Xie, a glimmer of light shone through his eyes. But the oppressive feeling in his chest still lingered.
As soon as he thought about how much Jun Wu Xie has suffered in the past five years, he was unable to look at her and feel the happiness of their reunion.
"Little Xie? Why aren't you taking a rest?" Jun Xian asked, his expression taut. He saw clearly at the earlier battle that Jun Wu Xie wasn't injured in any way. But after such a big battle, why was she not resting properly?
