The woman was clearly scared witless; it took her a long while to recover her senses. Biting her lip, she looked towards the excitedly beautiful girl in front of her, "Ye Wuchen, he... he is a disciple of the Martial Hall, now..."
Whoosh!
Before she could finish her sentence, a figure in white flashed by. The girl vanished into the brilliant sky below.
Inside the Martial Hall, the noise was incessant, with everyone murmuring about something. Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and the previously bustling Martial Hall became silent in an instant.
All eyes turned to the beautifully stunning girl who appeared out of nowhere...
The girl possessed a stunningly beautiful countenance, her delicate features were as if carved from jade. Beneath a high, straight nose, her thin lips slightly pursed in a lovely curve, excitement flickering in her dark, night-sky-like eyes.
Her gaze swept over the entire Martial Hall, yet she did not find the familiar face of the man.
