Under the cold moonlight, a silent black shadow appeared standing in the middle of the street, as if it had been there from the beginning.
She was draped in a black robe, with a mask resembling carved ice on her face, the voice beneath the mask clearly disguised, not her true tone.
The loose black robe enveloped her body, but when the cold night breeze blew, it pressed the fabric tightly against her, vaguely outlining her full curves and slender waist.
This scene, oddly enough, was more provocatively tempting than wearing tight clothes.
...The inventor of the wind is truly a genius!
Li Muyang blinked, almost doubting what he saw.
When he realized the danger, his Eye of Spiritual Sight was always active, to prevent being attacked with an illusion technique.
However, under the Eye of Spiritual Sight that could see through illusions, the black-robed woman in front of him frowned slightly, her features familiar.