Ran Qingchen, dressed in black, seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadowy forest, making her nearly imperceptible.
Yet, her striking crimson hair made her stand out vividly, like a hauntingly beautiful red lotus, exuding an irresistible and oppressive aura in the silence.
"Where is Jiang Mo?"
Ran Qingchen's ice-cold gaze carried no warmth, her indifferent voice devoid of any emotion.
When Qu Hongling finally saw the woman's face clearly, her delicate features lit up with delight: "Ran?"
Qu Hongling instinctively took a step forward, eager for clarity.
But in the next moment, Ran Qingchen swept down from the treetop like a streak, her billowing black dress fluttering in the wind, resembling an eerie shadow.
The woman's fingers spread wide, sharp and poised like blades, aiming directly for the young girl's face!
Qu Hongling felt a shadow flash before her eyes, and then suddenly, the figure was upon her.
The piercing sting of the Gang Wind on her cheeks made her ache.
