Behind Du Fei, in a corner of the pavilion, a group of people looked at him with smiles. Leading them was a slender figure dressed in a purple robe. The woman's face was extremely delicate, exuding a faint aura of laziness. That soft, mellow vibe made anyone want to hold her close. It was none other than Mu Qingcheng from the Qingtian Sect, ranked ninety-ninth on the Purple Chart.

Seeing this familiar figure, Du Fei couldn't help but smile. Although their last encounter ...