C497 Han Quling

The woman's voice was crisp and pleasant to the ears. It was as pleasant as the spring water flowing in the mountains. There was a coldness that was as cold as the peak of a snow mountain in her calmness.

She bowed slightly to show her respect to Miao Zaitian. Han Quling raised her head. Her fair face was like a layer of silver frost that was sprinkled by the moonlight