Li Qiu was greatly startled; the newcomer was actually Bo Hen.
A melon-shaped face, a cherry-bud mouth, skin that looked as though a mere breath could break it, and a pair of eyes crystal-clear and utterly unwavering.
Having not seen her in five years, Bo Hen's sword-intent-like eyebrows appeared even deeper with the increase in her cultivation; they were supremely tyrannical, brooking no insolence and commanding awe without anger.
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