Li Qingyue was dressed in a sleek cyan dress, her eyes cold. She always looked down on people with her nose in the air, maintaining a condescending demeanor like an icy fairy untainted by worldly affairs.
She had long since heard of Li Zhiming’s exploits on the Trial Road.
Yet, upon hearing that Li Zhiming had single-handedly wiped out the entire squad of assassins, even someone as well-traveled as her could not help feeling a surge of astonishment.
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