The third legion’s warriors were all kneeling in front of Feng Fei’s carriage, looking like the very image of aggrieved people.

The curtain to the carriage was pulled open, and a tall woman walked out. Her face was icy but attractive.

“This Feng Fei… she’s not as beautiful as I imagined,” whispered Long Chen.

“That’s her servant!” replied Shen Chengfeng.

“Damn, even the servant is so arrogant? Then what of the master?” Long Chen’s lips curled. This maid was already seemingly looking down on everyone, to the point that Long Chen had thought that she was Feng Fei.

The servant pulled open the curtain, and out walked a woman in a red dress. As soon as she appeared, an invisible pressure unfurled.

That woman was definitely far more beautiful but also colder. Her hair was tied up in a high bun, with a golden phoenix pin as an accessory. Her beauty was enough to make others collapse, but that beauty...