Liu Qingmei.
She was about one meter sixty-eight, with a graceful figure, exquisite features, and hair meticulously tied atop her head. Beneath her white clothing, her entire being exuded an ethereal and transcendent aura.
Like a banished immortal from the heavens.
Between her slender fingers, she constantly toyed with a small three-inch knife, its movements agile and sprite-like.
Never mind the others around her; even Chen Yang was dazzled.
"Though I have long since cast aside my martial attire, and even if the world forgets or reviles me, I will never forget my love for my homeland. I will toil until my last breath."
"As expected of someone from my Red Lotus Valley."
Liu Qingmei stood before Chen Yang, pulled him to his feet, and let a smile touch her lips. "Are you all right?"
"I'm not dying anytime soon." Chen Yang took a deep breath and cupped his fists. "Thank you, Cousin."
"We're family. There's no need for such formalities."
