Capital.
Yue Family, training ground.
A young girl with a high ponytail slowly walked from afar. She was about 1.7 meters tall, beautiful, dressed in black, wearing white cloud-patterned boots, with a giant axe in each hand, the handles taller than a person.
If Yi Chen were here, he would recognize at a glance that this 'delicate' young girl was Qian Yueru, who he had dealt with many times in Longjiang Prefecture.
At the end of the training ground stood a man nearly three meters tall, wielding a copper hammer.
Compared to the Great Han, the elegantly beautiful Qian Yueru seemed as frail as a bean sprout.
"Miss, are you sure you want to battle with me?"
