As the words fell, a powerful yin wind swept up from the ground, causing the surrounding trees to sway, with leaves rustling loudly.
Du Jieyu shouted, "Not good," and then a white figure appeared in front of everyone. The woman had a slender, exquisite figure, with delicate and petite features, like a classical beauty stepping out of a painting.
Yu Qianmo smiled faintly, watching several men and women who wanted to approach Wen Jiaren, her cold gaze held a hint of contemptuous disdain, as if she were looking at a group of ants.
Du Jieyu's expression changed drastically upon seeing Yu Qianmo, "No good, it's actually a female charm, we must fight swiftly and decisively."
