And so, her identity was self-evident.
Chen Sheng's eyes lit up, and he discreetly sized her up.
'The most beautiful woman in Nanzhao... she truly lives up to her reputation!'
"My apologies for my poor reception, Lord Chen. I was unable to welcome you from afar. Please forgive my lack of courtesy."
A perfectly calibrated, gentle smile appeared on Lady Lan's face, and her voice was soft and melodic.
While he was observing her, Lady Lan was observing Chen Sheng in turn.
He stood tall and ramrod straight, with a handsome face and deep, tranquil eyes. He had a steady, extraordinary air about him and carried himself with the latent power of a dragon or a tiger.
This image, however, was slightly at odds with the rumors she'd heard of King Chen of the Underworld—a man known for his decisiveness in slaughter, who had washed two sects in blood.
"You're too kind, Sect Leader Lan. I am the one who has disturbed you by visiting so abruptly."
