C786 Supreme Banquet(4)

Rumors of the breathtakingly beautiful palace mistress swirled in Pei Junlin's mind, and the curve of his smile grew more pronounced.

An enigmatic woman?

The helmswoman of a Martial Dao Holy Land?

What did it matter? If it turned out that Leng Ruxue was behind the relentless attacks on him, Pei Junlin wouldn't hesitate to strike her down, regardless of her status