"The Young Master of the Cyan Flood Dragon Alliance, Zhou Chengzong?!"
Upon hearing this, Sun Yuzhi's gaze sharpened, locking onto the brocade-robed young man like a cold blade.
She didn't doubt Chen Sheng's words.
Though he could be frivolous at times, he was never ambiguous when it came to serious matters.
If he said it was him, then it had to be.
"It's the Female Demon from the Jingwu Bureau! Go, split up!"
The moment Chen Sheng uttered the word "Vice Envoy," it was as if lightning flashed through Zhou Chengzong's mind. He finally connected the green-robed woman before him with the cold, official-robed portrait in his memory.
It was just that in the portrait, Sun Yuzhi was always dressed in a grim official uniform, her face as cold as frost—nothing like the elegantly dressed, beautiful woman in the flowing green skirt before him now.
No wonder he hadn't recognized her earlier.
