C739 Yeh Yingran

As the cold voice fell, a snow-white figure appeared in front of everyone.

She looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Her blue hair fluttered in the wind, and her delicate face was like the most perfect carving in the heavens. She was dressed in a graceful white robe and held a huge light blue scepter in her hand.

This woman was actually Yeh Yingran