The three-story pavilion had long since been reduced to rubble.

When they heard Su Yi’s voice, the onlookers saw a delicate figure standing amidst the wreckage.

She was tall and slender, with a squeezable waist, straight, jade-like legs, and a simple but elegant high-waisted white dress. Her black hair shone with faint hints of purple, and she wore it up in a casual bun, revealing her long, snowy neck.

This was a beautiful woman, a stunner.

She looked only eighteen or nineteen, with clear, shiny skin. Her eyes were imposingly spirited, and her lips were red and moist. Her unmatched good looks were enough to topple the masses.

However, she looked a bit haggard, and quite a bit of dust had landed on her hair and clothes.

“Little Martial Aunt!” Qing Ya’s eyes lit up. She whooped for joy, charged up, and pulled the woman into an embrace. She stood on the tips of her toes and kissed the woman on the cheek, then giggled. “You smell just as good as before!”

A hint of awkwardness appeared on the woman’s beautiful face. She reached out, grabbed Qing Ya by the lapels, and shifted her to the side. “How old are you? Why are you still acting like a child?”

Her voice was melodious, as pleasant to the ear as a...