C257 The Topgrade Blood Texture Wood

Upon laying eyes on Feng Yimo, Yan Hong's lips curled into a subtle smile. Such a handsome man, and already a master alchemist at his tender age—his potential was boundless. Confident in her own allure and the art of seduction, she was certain she could ensnare him. She sashayed forward, only to be stopped in her tracks by the sight of a serene female cultivator bathed in moonlight