What stepped out from within the barrier gate was a woman — and a beautiful one at that, with the kind of beauty that was cold and striking.
A cascade of long black hair tumbled down, reaching past the back of her thighs.
Her face was nearly flawless.
Moreover, she possessed a rare air of nobility, the kind of dignified grace few could claim. But… she was cold. Bone-chillingly cold.
She was a true ice-cold beauty, yet not the ordinary kind. She was dangerous. Those stunning eyes of hers were razor-sharp, seemingly warning everyone who dared look at her not to overstep.
And yet, this beauty — who looked as though she had emerged from the deepest recesses of a frozen mountain — did not wear an ethereal white gown. Instead, she was clad in a suit of black armor.
The armor appeared to be custom-fitted, hugging her form perfectly. But even beneath steel plating, one could still tell from her tall stature and long, shapely legs that her figure was extraordinary.
Judging by appearance, she seemed to be in her mid-twenties. But Chu Feng knew that her true age was almost certainly far beyond that.
Beyond her beauty, her presence was overwhelming — overwhelmingly so.
Aside from the Queen when she was enraged, and that Xue Ji who had been taken away by the old cat, Chu Feng had never encountered a woman with such a formidable aura.
This kind of presence was not something that could be obtained through powerful cultivation alone. More than anything, it was an innate, commanding dominance.
"Why is it always another gorgeous girl? Is the Asura Spirit Realm some kind of birthplace for beauties?" Chu Feng couldn't help but sigh at the thought.
Through his journey — from the Lower Realms to the Mortal Realm and back again — Chu Feng had encountered countless people, all of them the elite of their respective worlds. He had seen more than his share of beautiful women. Yet very few could hold a candle to the Queen.
Setting aside the absurdly beautiful Queen for the moment — whether it was Xue Ji from before, or this tall, cold-eyed beauty standing before him now, both were the rare kind of stunning that made Chu Feng steal a second glance no matter how many beautiful women he had seen.
But what shocked Chu Feng most at this moment was not the woman's appearance. It was her cultivation.
Her cultivation was powerful — far more powerful than his own.
She was an Overlord. A first-rate Overlord, to be exact.
Even so, she was still far beyond what Chu Feng could hope to match.
A spirit of unknown origin, yet one who surpassed him in strength — Chu Feng had no choice but to treat her with the utmost seriousness.
The female spirit scanned her surroundings once she entered. She glanced at Chu Feng first, then at the Queen, who was meditating with her eyes closed. But after only a brief look, she turned her gaze away, shifting it elsewhere as she continued to observe.
That reaction made Chu Feng's heart sink. He had already realized that this female spirit was not here for Eggie. If she had been, there was no way she would have shown such complete indifference upon seeing the Queen — as though looking at a total stranger.
"Where is my young mistress?"
Sure enough, the spirit spoke to Chu Feng directly.
Her attitude was frigid — not so much a question as a demand, a interrogation. Her demeanor was a complete departure from when she had communicated with Chu Feng earlier.
But Chu Feng was not particularly surprised. The moment he learned she did not know the Queen, he had already anticipated that this girl's temperament would shift dramatically.
"The girl in the black feathered dress — she isn't your young mistress?" Chu Feng asked.
"She is not," the female spirit replied.
"Then I know who you're looking for. Your young mistress is Xue Ji, isn't she?" Chu Feng asked.
"Where is my young mistress?" The spirit's expression grew tense.
From the anxiety on her face, Chu Feng could confirm that the person she was searching for was indeed that Xue Ji.
"Your young mistress is no longer with me. She is no longer my spirit," Chu Feng said.