Chapter 1042: Chapter 250: Yan Beihan’s Date [Ten Thousand Words. Happy Birthday to Big Cousin, Alliance Hierarch!]

But upon seeing the real person today, it was immediately understandable: such a night demon is worth any superior’s investment!

Fang Che arrived at the Four Seas and Eight Desolates Tower, went up to the second floor, and at a glance saw the red silk scarf tied at the entrance.

So he displayed the posture of a night demon and walked with a majestic gait.

Just at the entrance, he glanced and saw Yan Beihan standing by the window with an elegant demeanor.

Just that back view exuded infinite beauty.

A sense of cold aloofness swept over him.

Fang Che was momentarily stunned, a feeling of amazement rising spontaneously.

In terms of appearance alone, Ye Meng and Yan Beihan belong to two different types, two extremes, but they are nearly equal; if Yan Beihan is a hundred points, Ye Meng is at least ninety-eight points or more.

However, if evaluated by other aspects, it’s different.

Ye Meng belongs to the "precious jade" type, cute, agreeable, evoking tenderness in others. Anyone seeing her would feel their heart soften and spontaneously develop affection.

While Yan Beihan belongs to the category of a noble lady; moreover, she carries a kingly aura, cold and aloof, unattainable.

Like a bright moon in the sky, only to be admired from afar, not to be profaned.

Cold, arrogant, proud, looking down from above, naturally possessing the charisma of a leader. It compels people to submit, to listen to commands, with not even a hint of blasphemy rising.

At present, just Yan Beihan’s back view gave Fang Che such a feeling.

But it precisely matches the contrast of identity between Yan Beihan and the night demon: one high above, sitting serenely in the clouds, unshaken by the eight winds, protected by a hundred gods; the other rolling in the mud, trying to survive in the mortal world.

Fang Che let out a sigh of relief in his heart, and knocked on the door: "Mr. Yan, an old acquaintance seeks a meeting."

"Come in."

Yan Beihan still stood with hands behind her back, gazing out the window, though her heart skipped a beat.

Hmph.

Pretend! Just keep pretending!

You think only you can pretend? If I pretend, I am certainly no worse than you.

So she deliberately maintained the ’superior’ demeanor, standing with her back turned for a while before slowly turning around.

At this moment, the thoughts of a girl were revealed without a doubt.

Sunlight beamed down, slightly slanted at the window.

Yan Beihan’s body originally blocked the sunlight, but as she turned, the sunlight suddenly bathed her, illuminating half of her icy skin-like face.

Even her hair sparkled with a hazy halo for an instant.

Paired with her cold and lofty gaze, she seemed like a goddess about to descend to the mortal world, yet not fully descended at that moment.

Yan Beihan calculated accurately, so this would perfectly showcase her beauty to the fullest extent.

Moreover, with this turn, her slender waist was highlighted, completely in harmony with her figure, truly flawless and peerless!

Just this one side view, Yan Beihan was confident: even if a heavenly goddess descended at this moment, she would still outshine her!

Sure enough.

Fang Che happened to look up and saw this scene.

Even though he had spent ten years with this girl in the Yin Yang Realm, at this moment, he still felt his heartbeat skip a beat!

This girl, truly... too beautiful!

At this moment, Fang Che even felt his divine soul was shaken.

I am a righteous gentleman of good character! How can I be captivated by beauty?

I can’t be like this!

I am not an old pervert...

Fang Che cried in his heart, desperately operating the Bingche Spirit Platform, but it seemed to be of no use.

Especially as Yan Beihan had evidently taken the True Soul Yin Yang Root, enhancing her quality and complexion, her entire life energy sublimated, the aura of a young woman nearly overflowed.

She was originally an unrivaled super beauty, and now this True Soul Yin Yang Root seemed to push her beauty to an unattainable new height.

Yan Beihan’s eyes, shining like the sun, slowly turned and met Fang Che’s widened gaze, unable to suppress the pride in her heart.

Today, let you see, am I more beautiful or that Ye Meng of yours!

Today, let you know even more, that Ye Meng of yours cannot even compare to a strand of my hair!

The corners of her mouth curved into a faint, graceful, majestic, superior, yet not displeasing smile, and Yan Beihan softly opened her elegant lips: "Night demon, we meet again, after years of separation, have you been well?"

The voice indifferent, yet with a hint of subtly detectable, yet clearly felt warmth.

This degree, Yan Beihan controlled excellently.

"Mr. Yan is even more radiant than before. Your subordinate is dazzled and out of control, I beg your pardon, Mr. Yan."

"It doesn’t matter."

Yan Beihan felt pleased in her heart but showed no expression on her face, gracefully leaving the window.

The white cloak slightly swayed as she walked over: "Night demon, you still look the same, just shaved your beard, looking a bit younger."

"Yes, it was also out of necessity. Everyone knows the night demon has a full beard, and guardians chase after bearded faces every day, so I have to shave it every day. In Jianghu, life and death are instantaneous, there’s no room for the slightest mistake."

Fang Che respectfully said.

"Heh heh..."

Yan Beihan gave a chuckle without any smile and said: "You seem to have really worked hard during this time, but it seems your inner essence is enhanced, and you are much more spirited, it looks like you haven’t been idle, and your cultivation has progressed quite a bit."

Fang Che respectfully, reverently: "Thanks to the guidance of the various lords."

Yan Beihan walked to the table, sat down directly, and upon hearing this, raised her eyes slightly, and said indifferently: "Guidance from the various lords? Night demon, does that mean you serve many lords?"