Indeed, one of them was indeed an acquaintance—none other than Fang Ailing, whom she had not seen in a long time. Only, seeing her this time, her figure and appearance had undergone some changes. If the former Fang Ailing liked to wear black, possessed a decisive and ruthless disposition, and would stop at nothing to pursue the Great Dao, the present Fang Ailing was dressed in indigo, devoid of her former coldness. Her posture and temperament now carried a trace of alluring charm.
Of course, Li Dai merely glanced at her and withdrew her gaze. Fang Ailing had changed greatly, but what caught Li Dai's attention most was her destiny and fortune. If her fortune had previously been blazing and soaring to the heavens, now the dense, swirling aura of destiny above her head seemed even better, yet far more mottled. That fortune carried wisps of bloody red light, giving an ominous feeling at a single glance. It was unclear whether Fang Ailing herself had noticed.
Truthfully, seeing Fang Ailing stirred no particular feeling in Li Dai. She knew Fang Ailing's character well; she was as merciless as an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves toward enemies and those who displeased her, always plotting to eradicate the roots. And Fang Ailing had more than once struck ruthlessly at her.
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