"Finally!"
It had come out of nowhere. One moment Han Jing chased after laundry that was on the verge of flying off the rooftop and then an almost maniacal laughter, border hysterical sound emerged all around him.
As Han Jing clutched the… bra in his hand. He came upon the sight of a strikingly good-looking woman that he might have thought was like a cross of Chan Lee and Bo Lifen—but it wasn't them.
It was someone else entirely.
And while the Wood Elf's appearance was mundane, even almost something that might have evaded one's vision—a hot lady suddenly bursting into laughter was another matter.
Her red eyes focused on him and she stabbed a finger at him, "You! I finally found you wretched soul!"
Han Jing almost expected a fireball or some kind of projectile to fly at him, but he was at a loss to what was happening. She was no ordinary person, no doubt, but who was she then?