It was a woman, no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in camouflage fatigues. She wore her hair short. Though she was a woman, she possessed sharp, sword-like brows and eyes that glinted with an intensity resembling cold steel blades. A timid person would never have dared to meet her gaze. Years of rigorous training had chiseled her body into perfection; despite her gender, she radiated a palpable, masculine vigor.
Shen Ye studied the woman before him, a flicker of intrigue crossing his eyes as he mused to himself, "No wonder she’s so arrogant. So, she’s a Martial Grandmaster."
Shen Ye’s perception was keen. A single, casual glance was all it took for him to discern her true cultivation level.
Chapter 113