A face that was extremely handsome.

This was the first evaluation Qiu Fenghan made towards Ye Qingyu. On this face that had a smile, there was a brightness and intimateness that made one easily have good impression about. In this faint smile, there was a sense of the sunlight in it, clean and bright, without any impurity.

[War God]?

Qiu Fenghan could be sure she had never heard of this name before.

She looked at the surrounding environment that was still enshrouded by the silver mist. Thinking for a bit, her expression suddenly became tense, "Zhao Yun? Where are the others?"

Ye Qingyu took a deep breath in. "Are you talking about the young officer following beside you? He was unfortunate. To save you, he was struck from the fifth floor of the restaurant. By the time we discovered this, he already could not be saved...”

As Ye Qingyu spoke, he took back some of the silver mist covering them.

Qiu Fenghan could see the air clearing up in front of her. Carefully examining the scene, she discovered she was on a high speed formation flying carriage. All the lights from all sorts of architecture flitted past her, and the stars in the sky...