The woman swayed her hips. Strands of hair at her temples were plastered meticulously to her cheeks, like a snake.
Her lips were coated in crimson lipstick as she approached, one step at a time.
The woman's gaze swept over the area before landing on Lin Moyu.
Seductive and alluring.
"So, it's you."
Everyone else wore the standard-issue blue trial robes, but she seemed completely unconcerned, swaying her hips in a way that was both amorous and wanton.
Lin Moyu held her round, red paper umbrella, meeting the woman's gaze in silence.
Then, Lin Moyu spoke.
"Liu Mei."
Su Ye, as if oblivious, remained focused on digging up the Golden Bead.
The stalk of this Golden Bead was very fragile; the slightest bit of force would snap it completely.
The more intact the stalk, the longer it could be preserved.
Liu Mei looked down, stroking her hair. Her voice was bewitching.
"I never thought Feng Wei would show you mercy and let you off the hook. To think you survived."
