A sneaky-looking middle-aged member of the Blood Clan followed behind the prison cart, his eyes constantly darting towards Lu Qingcheng inside, his gaze revealing lascivious light.
"Lin Yi's taste is quite remarkable. This woman is as beautiful as a celestial being and extremely powerful in battle. If it weren't for you, Cang Yu Half-Saint, we really wouldn't have been able to capture her."
Facing him was Cang Yu Half-Saint who, hearing these words, showed a strange expression on his face. "You find this woman beautiful? I don't see it at all. What's so beautiful about her?"
Women of the Human Clan can be both beautiful and ugly, but to him, Lu Qingcheng definitely did not qualify as a beauty.
The sleazy middle-aged man shook his head. "I cannot agree with the popular aesthetic of our Undying Blood Clan."
"As an undercover agent infiltrating the Human Clan for many years, I have come to understand what a truly beautiful woman looks like."
