He said he was apologizing, but he was only looking at Gongsun Feixue.
Gongsun Feixue said, "This has nothing to do with me."
Another flower carriage stopped, and a gentle female voice came: "It was my wet nurse who was rude, fortunately, you two martial artists were unharmed. Here, I apologize for her misconduct." Then, a maid pulled aside the carriage curtain and a woman stepped down.
Dressed in white, her black hair thick as clouds, with finely arched eyebrows and tender eyes, a cherry mouth and an extremely beautiful countenance. She carried a whiff of floral fragrance, and although she seemed no more than seventeen or eighteen, she possessed a certain mature charm.
Her body was voluptuous, her waist slender. With the support of her maid, she looked delicate and enchanting.
With just a slight bow and a lift of her eyes, the bones of the onlooking martial artists seemed to soften.
