The two figures leapt up to the roof and they fought against each other.
Down below, Feng Jiu was looking at her torn clothes, a perfectly good dress was ruined just like that, especially that corner of her dress that was still in Yi Xiuran's hands.
She played with the missing corner of her garment and narrowed her eyes as her gaze moved to the roof. Duan Ye's strength was that of a peak level Celestial Strong Exponent, yet Yi Xiuran who was dressed in black was able to fight him without being disadvantaged. Hehe, it was interesting.
A light flashed across her quiet eyes and a faint smile appeared on her lips as she stared at the two people above. She held her wine cup in one hand while the other hand tapped the table repeatedly.
