Click.
The car door opened.
This time, Cheng Qingcheng actually stepped out of the car directly.
Her black velvet dress flowed from the car all the way to the ground, but someone had already laid out a red carpet on the ground, so there was no need to worry about the dress getting dirty.
Li Bingshuang's expression remained cool and indifferent, as if she treated everyone the same way.
The two beautiful women stood together, each possessing a different kind of beauty and temperament.
Cheng Qingcheng, like an empress of noble stature, had a sharp aura about her, akin to a rose with thorns—beautiful and delicate, yet filled with poison.
Li Bingshuang was as cold and elegant as frost, not like an ordinary woman of the mortal realm but more like a fairy who had stepped out of the Immortal Realm, her whole being exuded an otherworldly and refined quality.
Both women inspired a desire to conquer in those who beheld them.