Yun Mengyao!
Once a teacher at the Sky Blue Institute in Jiangnan City, she possessed the beauty of a fairy and the gentle temperament of an Eastern lady; whether in ancient times or in the modern era, she would be considered a peerless beauty.
Yet this refined lady, once so delicate and gentle, no longer bore that same sense of fragility.
Dressed in a white martial outfit, she wielded a three-foot-long green sword, her hair coiled up in a bun, her skin carved like ivory. However, her stunning beauty was marred by a scar on her face, evoking a profound sense of regret at first glance.
The scar on Yun Mengyao's face was extremely conspicuous, ruining her exquisite features, yet she seemed indifferent to it, silently watching Ye Xuan as if he were an old friend she had not seen in years, without any hint of awkwardness.
"What happened to your face, the scar?" Ye Xuan asked.