The Saintly Virgin Tribe Came (1)

Yun Luofeng looked at Hong Luan, and her lips turned up, seriousness in her pitch-black eyes. "Alright, I will wait for you!"

In contrast to the shock experienced by other people, the people of the North Province were extremely embarrassed.

The North Province governor's hand was trembling ceaselessly and he wanted to clench his fists several times but could not muster the energy to do so. Intense regret also emitted from his eyes. He was not regretting being enemies with Yun Luofeng, he was regretting that he did not kill her using everything he had back then in the East Province.

"Advanced-rank sage-lord level...." Ling Shuang muttered to himself. The impact on him was easily seen from his expression. Immediately after, a bitter smile appeared on his face. "She is already advanced-rank sage-lord level, so how can we oppose her at this time?"