Even though it was night, her red clothes were still very dazzling. Her posture was free and easy, with a tinge of recklessness and wildness. Her red robe made a whistling sound in the wind and soared through the air, like an immortal stepping in the breeze.
As if they felt something in their hearts, the Glorious East Country Ruler and that grey robed old man who were rushing over to the North Gate stopped in their tracks and looked back. As they turned around, they saw a red figure coming down from the sky.
The youth in red clothes that came down from the night sky was dazzling and her black hair flew in the wind, the beautiful face was indistinguishable from male and female, the breath of the whole body was ethereal and made one not dare to look.
She looked around twenty years old, but the coercion that emanated from her body was frightening. Where her eyes looked, her gaze contained coercion which made them feel invisible all of a sudden.
