Separated by a layer of space, even Xiao Ye could tell just how pure the purple-clothed lady was. Unlike Yun Bing's charming hotness, unlike Yunxi's frosty aloofness, she was a stunningly pure older sister, but in her own way.
The girl standing next to her, tall and graceful, had big, sparkling eyes that radiated liveliness and mischief, making her look like a playful little elf.
The lively girl put her hand above her brow like a monkey, glanced left and right, and with her brows furrowed she said, "Master, there's nobody here! Not even a bird feather! Did you bring us to the wrong place?"
Ziran smiled faintly, her smile blooming like a lotus. She said, "Look down there, those lingering ripples from the battle."
Huangpu Xiangling looked down at the mountaintop below and, sure enough, she saw the residue of immense battle energy—which showed a massive fight just took place here. But weirdly, aside from the leftover energy, there was nothing else at all.
