That was an extraordinarily beautiful and enchanting woman; just one glance could give the illusion of being choked.
"Demon Clan," Yue Jinghua exclaimed involuntarily, 'Demon,' naturally bewitching the minds of people. If there were demons among those deployed on the Canglong Continent, then the woman before her was undoubtedly the best synonym for a demon.
"Hehe, demon, it's been many years since anyone has called me that," the woman laughed, her voice slightly husky.
Yue Jinghua took out a pouch of clear water from her Desire Gourd and brought it to the woman's lips, feeding her a few sips.
After drinking some water, the woman cleared her throat and surveyed Yue Jinghua and the broken Great Sword in her hand.
