1297 The Third Island Master of Hidden Fog Island

Chen Zhi's breathing quickened as he reluctantly shifted his gaze away from the purple-clad woman to the other woman standing next to her.

This woman had a hint of girlish innocence on her face and the obedience of a pretty girl from a humble background. People could not help but adore her for it.

She had a pretty face, and flaws were difficult to be found on her face.

"The best! The best!" Chen Zhi's eyes were glowing. At this moment, he was just short of drooling.

Chen Zhi gulped and asked hastily, "Senior You Han… Is that them?"

"That's right. That's them… The purple-clad youth beside them is their fiance, Duan Ling Tian," Martial Emperor You Han said unhurriedly as she nodded. It was as though she was not worried even if the world was in chaos.

Hu!

When Martial Emperor You Han finished speaking, Chen Zhi disappeared like a gust of wind. When he reappeared, he stood before the group of people from Ling Xuan Peak.