As soon as Liu Yuan entered the door, he saw Yuan Hongli, who was looking up at him.
The woman's small, fair face had brows like distant mountains and eyes like autumn water. Coupled with her sharp chin, she always gave people a feeling of delicate and pitiful weakness, but her lips were tightly pursed and had a sense of tenacity. Coupled with her thin shoulders and thin waist, and the wide and thick red cloak with a circle of white fur, she looked particularly slender.
No matter how she looked at it, she was a weak beauty, but she had dared to talk back to Xie Qian.
After four months, Liu Yuan met the Young Clan Master of the Fusang clan once again, but he felt as if it had been a lifetime.
From transmigrating with nothing, he was now planning to use the power of Bi Luo Mansion and the demonic sect to weaken the power of the three palaces of the Jade Mirage Sect, kill a few old farts, and send Ling Hua to the position of Sect Master.