Ten minutes later.
A common sedan with glossy black paint over a white base rapidly sped up along the highway.
Following a straight route, it drove into the night outside East Sea City.
Inside the car, Yao Qing was driving from the driver's seat. She was wearing a simple black bodysuit that was neatly cut, the fabric slightly clinging to her skin to prevent any noise from friction due to looseness. Yao Qing had a slender figure, not much different from a teenager's, with black hair cut evenly at ear length.
Her complexion was pale, like newly kiln-fired porcelain, exquisitely beautiful. Her eyelashes were dark and soft, densely curled upward, and her phoenix eyes were unusually serious.
Gone was her usual lazy and leisurely demeanor.
