Near the Ice Spring.
The Third Elder, Yan Meishan, had already removed the black veil from her face and changed into clothes similar to those she wore back in the Qingmu Secret Realm.
However, she was now using her true appearance.
A face with a cool outline, delicate features, but with a hint of allure in the corners of her eyes.
This face was many times more beautiful than that of Nie Yaner.
She was confident that with this face, she would surely bewitch the naive student from Qingmu Academy, making him utterly devoted and submissively loyal to her.
At the moment, the Third Elder was slumped on the ground, with tears at the corners of her eyes and her teeth delicately biting her lip.
Her robe was stained with dust and even tore slightly at a few crucial spots, revealing quite a lot of her milky-white skin.
And around such a seductive Yan Meishan, there encircled four men with hollow and numb expressions in their eyes.
