That's right, this Miss Lu was none other than the daughter of the Northwest Medicine King, Lu Qingwen, whom Ye Tian had met at the Zhao family's birthday banquet.
At this moment, Lu Qingwen stood dazed as if she were a piece of wood, countless thoughts swirling in her mind, as memories from the past resurfaced where he had defeated dozens of martial artists like a War God.
He, a Heavenly Pride, as imposing as a dragon, only in his twenties, had reached a supreme position. Such a god-like figure, whom she thought she'd never see again after that encounter, she saw once more today.
"It's him... It really is him."
"How can he be here?"
Lu Qingwen murmured to herself, lost in thought.
"Miss Lu, you know this pretty boy too?"
"I told you he wasn't up to any good, sneaking in here with ulterior motives."
Lei Hao sneered at Ye Tian, not noticing Lu Qingwen's expression, and continued badmouthing Ye Tian.
