Lin Chen took a sip of wine, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly.
Indeed, in this world of martial arts, it wasn't just about how strong you were, but also about power and backing!
As the Holy Maiden of Li Hai Sect, Lan Qiangwei was certainly powerful, but she definitely wasn't a Peak Great Luo Xian. She knew the trouble her beauty could cause. She dared to walk around so openly because of her confidence in her strength and in her sect's support.
In the Northern Sea, who would dare to offend Lan Qiangwei? That would be asking for death, wishing for their entire clan to be annihilated, wouldn't it?
Lan Qiangwei's expression was calm, her attitude toward the people was neither cold nor warm.
Not far behind Lin Chen, a handsome man around thirty-five or thirty-six years old smiled and saluted Lan Qiangwei with his hands: "Fairy Lan, it's been a long time!"
Everyone's eyes immediately fell on that man. Judging by his tone, did this man know Lan Qiangwei?
