C81 The Army Descended
Only a woman of her caliber could possibly be his match.
Yu Shuang stole a glance at the tender Wang Feng, musing to herself.
Wang Feng casually set Eldest Princess Yu Shuang aside and took a seat at the stone table. He lifted the cup of tea brewed by Ye Muqing to his lips and sipped. Instantly, he felt invigorated.
Indeed, tea brewed by a celestial being was extraordinary—simply divine
