The abrupt voice jolted the three people present. Su Han and Zhang Xiaowan's hearts sank. Judging by the statement, the speaker not only knew Di Yuan but was also on very close terms with him, which was terrible news. Dealing with one Di Yuan was already difficult enough; if another formidable enemy appeared, the outcome of today's battle would be uncertain.
The attention of all three was drawn to a graceful figure standing just outside the basin. She was a peerlessly beautiful woman in a white dress with a flawless, immaculate body. Her figure was tall and slender, and she carried herself with grace. Her black silk hair, like a waterfall, cascaded past her shapely hips. Her face was as exquisite as a painting, with perfectly arched eyebrows, eyes like tranquil autumn lakes, vibrant red lips, and crystalline teeth. At a glance, she was like a fairy descending to the mortal realm—ethereal, exquisite, and a breathtaking sight.
