Just when Ye Dun's face was grave and his eyes were like swords, he planned to go forward directly and ask the woman's identity clearly.

The woman in the distance suddenly smiled, and the pressure on Ye Dun turned into tenderness.

Smiling at Ye Dust, the woman slowly lowered the veil around the pavilion, and a breeze blew through, and the veil suddenly lost her shadow.

"How can such masters appear in Xuanguang Zong?" Leaf dust still stands in place, but on the forehead, it has already seeped dense sweat beads.

He never thought that a woman would bring him such terrible pressure.

And more importantly, Xiao Xuanguang, the strongest...