Heard

That woman's voice was very youthful, with a hint of unconcealable pride and willfulness. It seemed like she really didn't care about this Red Soul Woods.

Rong Xiu's gaze turned, and he nonchalantly looked toward the sound of the voice.

About a hundred feet away from them, a group of people seemed to have just reached this place.

The person talking was wearing a goose-yellow dress, and she looked like she was in her twenties. She was petite, and her hair was so long that it dropped to her shins. As the wind blew, she looked a little like a fairy.

Of course, one had to ignore her voice and the nonchalant and disdainful gaze she used to look at the Red Soul Woods.

A muscular man stood beside her. He looked like he was about 27 or 28, with sharp brows and eyes. He was handsome.

He was much taller than that woman. When the two of them stood together, the contrast was stark.