A clear voice suddenly rang from the back of the crowd.
"What about me? Do I have the right to speak?"
Everyone instinctively turned to look at the source of the voice and moved to the side to open up a path.
A beautiful woman dressed in an expensive black dress stood demurely at the back. Based on her appearance, it could be seen that she was no longer young, but it was difficult to determine her age. She looked like she could be anywhere from 40, 50, or 60 years old. Her age was even more mysterious coupled with her curvaceous figure, fiery red lips, and exquisite but appropriate makeup.
Old Master Yin stared at the woman, who was just standing a few feet away, with his mouth agape. His entire person was frozen like a statue.
