C42

Luo Hsing wore bright red clothes, but they were far from being as beautiful as hers. At this moment, she had a smile on her face and a trace of dense hatred flashed across her eyes.

Yan Qingyang couldn't help but clench her fist tightly. After her initial surprise, she quickly stabilized her state of mind.

It was only a matter of time before they would meet in the same sect with Luo Hsing