Bai Ling stood outside Lord Su's Royal Residence, a complex expression appearing on her stunning face.
Strictly speaking, Lord Su was actually from the same generation as her, yet now Su Xin had reached the pinnacle of Jianghu, while she could hardly ensure her own survival, having struggled with every cunning scheme just to barely reach the Sun God Realm.
To the outside world, she was the Holy Lady of the White Lotus Sect, in all her glory, but in reality, only she knew how chaotic the White Lotus Sect truly was. To put it nicely, she was the Holy Lady; to put it plainly, she was nothing more than a puppet.
At this moment, the martial artists passing by the Royal Residence in Flying Dragon City cast a subtle gaze upon the stunning woman standing in front of it.
