Chu Hongshang, Nanchu's Nascent Soul Ancestor, knew Chu Duo was bringing Fang Qingyuan, so she made a point of seeing him. She lay languidly on a massive jade chair above them, clad in a fiery, iridescent red dress that radiated a scorching heat.
Fang Qingyuan only dared a single glance before looking away. But that one look was enough to burn Chu Hongshang's image into his mind. It wasn't that he was smitten. Rather, in the eyes of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator like him, the very existence of a Nascent Soul Cultivator like Chu Hongshang transcended mere physical appearance.
She was a volcano on the verge of eruption, an Ancient Desolate Fierce Beast walking among mortals. Fang Qingyuan had no doubt that Chu Hongshang could kill him with a single poke of her finger.
