In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

Yu Linglong's Qingshuang sword tassel swayed slightly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Oh? What happened to the Qingshuang Sword Sect ten years ago? Do you care about it?"

"Qingshuang Sword Sect?" The man's pupils suddenly contracted, and then he grinned, "So you're just a bunch of remnants! Today is the perfect time to claim the reward for your heads!"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Kexin suddenly said, "Eh!" "Brother, did you snatch the jade pendant on your waist from the Qingshuang Sword Sect?"

The man subconsciously pressed the jade pendant at his waist, on which half of the frost pattern was faintly visible. "So what? A dead person doesn't need to know so much!"

"That was my third senior sister's personal belonging." Yu Linglong's voice suddenly turned as cold as ice. "How did she...die in the end?"

"That bitch?" the man laughed wildly. "She was burned alive..."

"Zheng——"

The moment the Qingshuang Sword was unsheathed, the temperature in the entire alley dropped sharply.

The man's words stopped abruptly as he discovered with horror that his sword was covered in frost.

"Linglong." Li Zimo suddenly said, "Leave one who can talk."

Yu Linglong paused her sword, a cold light flashed, and the two followers had turned into ice sculptures.

She placed the tip of her sword against the man's throat and said, "Tell me clearly, what did my Third Senior Sister say before she died?"

The man's face turned pale and he trembled as he said, "She...she said 'Green Frost is Eternal'...and then..."

"Very good." Yu Linglong's eyes flashed with coldness, "Then go to the underworld and tell her—"

"Wait!" the man suddenly shouted, "I know about the Dark Palace! They are planning an operation at the Abandoned Sword House west of the city at midnight tonight!"

Li Zimo's eyebrows twitched slightly: "Go on."

"The Jinlei Sect is escorting a group of prisoners... They are said to be the remnants of other destroyed sects..." The man swallowed, "The Dark Palace is preparing to kidnap the prisoners..."

Yu Linglong's sword tip advanced another half inch: "Which way is the prisoner carriage going?"

"East... East City Gate Official Road..." The man suddenly laughed sinisterly, "But you'll die if you go there. The leader this time is..."

The frosty sword flashed, and the man was frozen into an ice sculpture with a ferocious expression on his face.

Yu Kexin flicked her fingers lightly, and the ice sculpture shattered into pieces.

"Young Master?" Yu Linglong turned and looked at Li Zimo.

Li Zimo looked towards the west of the city and said, "Let's go to Feijianlu and wait."

As the three of them walked out of the alley, they ran into a plump and graceful woman in black who blocked their way.

The woman was in her early twenties, wearing a tight black dress that perfectly outlined her curvy figure.

Her plump breasts rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing, and a silver ribbon tied around her waist made her slender waist look even more slender.

Her face was half covered with a black veil, revealing only a pair of lively almond-shaped eyes, which were now looking at the three people warily.

"The three of you stay." The woman's voice was as clear as a mountain stream, but it was also a little nervous. "Where is the disciple of the Fiery Sect who followed you in just now?"

Li Zimo's eyes swept over her curvy figure, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Of course he is dead. Why, young lady, do you want to avenge them?"

The woman in black heard this, and her round shoulders trembled noticeably. She unconsciously took a half step back, her towering chest heaving violently.

"Really? Then why aren't their bodies there?"

"Of course there's no trace of her body left." Li Zimo took a step forward and looked down at the woman whose height reached the tip of his nose.

A faint scent of jasmine wafted from her body, and the silver hairpin in her hair swayed gently as she retreated.

"No body left?" The woman's eyes widened, and her cherry lips opened slightly under the black veil.

She subconsciously covered her chest and tightened her collar with her slender fingers.

Li Zimo nodded slightly, and suddenly reached out to brush away the scattered hair around her ears.

This action scared the woman so much that she jumped away like a frightened rabbit, and her plump buttocks hit the wall, causing her eyes to instantly tear up in pain.

"You...what's your level of cultivation?" Her voice trembled, and the fabric on her chest was wrinkled.

"King Wu." Li Zimo said lightly, watching her face turn pale in an instant with interest.

"King Wu?!" the woman screamed, her red lips slightly parted under the black veil, "You...how old are you?!"

When she raised her head, she revealed a section of her snow-white neck, which was slightly red due to nervousness.

"Girl, don't you ask too many questions?" Li Zimo suddenly reached out and lifted her pointed chin with his slender fingers.

The woman's whole body was stiff, and her long eyelashes kept trembling, like a butterfly flapping its wings to fly.

Yu Linglong coughed lightly upon seeing this: "Husband."

Her green skirt fluttered as she took half a step forward to protect the woman in black behind her. This action made the woman feel as if she had been pardoned. She hurriedly hid beside Yu Linglong, not forgetting to secretly tidy up the messed up black veil.

"I... I just saw the people from the Flame Sect chasing you..." The woman's voice became increasingly quiet, her plump body almost curled up into a ball, "I'm afraid they might harm you..."

Li Zimo narrowed his eyes: "What does it have to do with the girl if it's bad for us?"

He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the collar of the woman's shirt while she screamed, and easily lifted the petite body in front of him.

The woman kicked her feet off the ground, and her round buttocks drew an alluring arc in the air.

"I...I stand up for justice..." As she struggled, her collar loosened slightly, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.

"Haha, girl, are you from the Dark Palace?" Li Zimo whispered in her ear, his warm breath spraying on her sensitive earlobe.

The woman's whole body trembled, her plump breasts heaved violently, and her pretty face under the black veil was as red as a ripe apple.

"Ah? I... I'm not..." She shook her head in panic, the silver hairpin in her hair jingling.

Li Zimo's grip tightened, and the collar squeezed her so tightly that she couldn't breathe. "Girl, think carefully before you speak."

He put his other hand on her slender neck. "Otherwise, I don't mind turning you into ashes, too."

"No!" the woman screamed, and suddenly collapsed like a deflated ball. "I said... I'm from the Dark Palace..."

She bit her lower lip, and the black veil was wet by the hot air she exhaled, revealing the faint red color of her lips.

It turned out that she had just heard three people asking about the Dark Palace in the inn, and saw the disciples of the Flame Sect following them, so she followed them out to lend a hand.

After hearing this, Li Zimo not only did not let go, but instead pulled her closer, with the tip of his nose almost touching her straight nose bridge:

"You are only a sixth-level warrior, and the other three are all martial masters. What use will you have if you come?"

"I... I didn't think that much..." The woman pouted in grievance, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with tears. "Anyway, I can't just stand by and watch someone die..."

"You're not the type to stand by and watch someone die." Li Zimo suddenly chuckled, stroking her pink cheek with his fingers. "Girl, I really do like you a little bit."

His deliberately lowered voice was magnetic, "What's your name?"

"Zhao... Zhao Feiyan..." The woman's voice was as soft as a mosquito and her body was trembling slightly.

She tried to turn her face away, but Li Zimo pinched her chin and turned her back.

"Feiyan? She really lives up to her name." Li Zimo looked at her slender waist with a burning gaze, "As light as a swallow, as graceful as a startled swan."

Zhao Feiyan's ears flushed with shame, her slender fingers twisting the corners of her clothes unconsciously: "Master... can you put me down first..."

Li Zimo then let go, but the moment he landed on the ground, he grabbed her slender waist, which was so thin that it could be grasped with one hand, and held her firmly in front of him.

Zhao Feiyan screamed, and her plump breasts bumped against Li Zimo's strong chest. She was so embarrassed that even her neck turned pink.