Long Xuan walked ahead, while Lu Xuanji was half a step behind, following closely.
"How should I address you, fellow Daoist?" Long Xuan spoke, her voice soft and gentle, with a bewitching charm, like a hundred-year-old wine. Accompanying her words was a faint body fragrance, carrying a hint of orchid.
"Lu Family, Lu Xuanji."
Lu Xuanji said.
From the corner of his eye, he was also observing this senior.
Her beautiful eyes sparkled, her hair elegantly styled in a cloud bun, wearing blue clothes with a silk skirt. Her figure was perfectly developed, with an enticing curve, and her exposed skin was as smooth and white as jade, surpassing snow, making her figure extremely captivating.
Beneath her gentle appearance lay terrifying energy, her strength even surpassing that of the Lu Family Ancestor.
"So you're from the Lu Family."
