Chapter 292

Set amidst a clear, crisp voice was a trace of unyielding, proud coldness. Shen Ping couldn't help casting a close-up glance out of the corner of his eye at this Feather Clan female cultivator. He saw that beneath her veil, her face was as flawless as white jade, her skin moist and glowing, her nose straight and high, and her apricot eyes as clear as stars. On both sides of her well-proportioned cheeks, her earlobes were rounded and crystal-clear. Especially her figure, encased in a form-fitting purple-cyan soft armor, appeared both voluptuous and slender. The two pairs of white wings hanging behind her looked not at all superfluous; instead, they added a touch of sacred arrogance.