Zhang Yan had noticed earlier that most of the disciples of the Chenxiang Sect carried a faint air of alluring charm, perhaps related to their cultivation techniques, yet this woman seemed completely devoid of such qualities. Despite her stunning beauty, there was an unyielding arrogance in her bearing that was almost oppressive.
Judging by her cultivation, her Xuan Guang was concentrated almost to the point of materialization. She had likely reached the pinnacle of the Third Realm Xuan Guang. At the moment, her hand rested on the floating ribbon at her waist, her phoenix-like eyes full of killing intent as she fixed her gaze on Zhang Yan, her expression wary, as though ready to engage in combat at the slightest provocation.
