The purple-clad woman soared down, her flowing purple garments fluttering like a fairy. The light purple gauze lifted by the wind revealed her smooth, delicate chin and her full, luscious red lips, as a scent that seemed a mix of medicine and herbs hit the nose.
When she landed, there was no sound, her movement technique alone was comparable to Yue Jinghua and Long Jiuzun.
"Brother Long, this person first broke my fingers, then forcefully snatched the Qilin, clearly disregarding us. What are you waiting for? Kill him," Upon seeing the purple-clad woman, and noticing the color of fury on Long Jiuzun's face, Ji Yun's eyes gleamed with cunning light. He knew Long Jiuzun had always been infatuated with the purple-clad woman, and Yue Jinghua causing him to lose face before her was something he could not swallow. Provoking him now to make him kill Yue Jinghua was the perfect opportunity.
