Yan Xiaoshuang stood aloof in mid-air, shielding her face with her hand, dispelling the clotted injuries.
This was an extremely beautiful woman, with raven hair falling like a watery mist, delicate brows and eyes, elegant as if she were a fairy descending from a painting, producing lotuses with each step.
Only, she was slightly swollen.
After receiving a punch from Lu Bei on her face, her eyes were filled with indignation and she appeared a bit disheveled.
The intense pain caused her time to stop at that instant. The unparalleled speed, as well as the explosive force, all made her feel apprehensive, giving rise to a faint sense of retreat.
In the previous exchange, she hadn't used all her abilities, and neither had the disheveled old man opposite her.
What made her most wary was that she didn't even know who her opponent was.