Another ten days passed ...

PEI Ling was stunned. She was wearing a red dress and a black robe. She had green hair and a Vermillion face. Between her cloud-like hair, there were jewels and flowers, and a Jade hairpin. The corners of her eyes and brows were alluring. Even though she was seated high above, her expression was dignified and graceful, but it did not hide her beauty. It was Sihong Qingyan!

Below him, on top of the Imperial chariot, there were many beautiful foreign women in luxurious clothes.

The most eye-catching one was a pair of golden-eyed young ladies standing at the very top.

These foreign tribe beauties were all lively and fragrant. The gazes they used to look at PEI Ling no longer had the strong enmity from before. Instead, they revealed a sense of humility and carefulness.

PEI Ling was instantly stunned. Before he could react to what was going on, he heard Si Hong coldly rebuking, " "Bastard, where are my ten thousand upper spiritual stones?"

10,000 upper spiritual stones?