Peerless Beauty

Late at night, bright moonlight washed over towering mountains and steep ridges, its clear radiance spilling through the layered forests. Mottled tree shadows lay everywhere, and the surroundings were steeped in soft, cold-white light.

The old man had white hair and beard, wore azure robes, and had a lean, gaunt face. The left half of his body was drenched in blood. The young woman wore black, completely uninjured. Her dark brows curved delicately, and her clear eyes shone brightly.

Both of them possessed extraordinary bearing and were clearly no ordinary people.

Though the azure-robed elder was seriously wounded, he remained composed. From a great distance away, he cupped his hands toward Qin Ming and said, "Greetings, Fellow Daoist."

He had already seen the Three-Legged Golden Crow's corpse and greeted Qin Ming in advance to avoid any misunderstanding.

The Black-Clad Woman was rather tall, with graceful curves and a superb figure. Beneath the moonlight, thin as smoke, her creamy white skin seemed to glow.

She too lowered herself in a graceful salute. Her oval face was exquisite and flawless, and her beauty was breathtaking.

From within the woods, Qin Ming replied, "Greetings to you both."

To the two across from him, he stood like a deep pool and towering mountain, calm and unruffled, with remarkable poise.

The two hesitated for a while, but ultimately walked over.

"Did you hunt this auspicious bird, Fellow Daoist?" the azure-robed elder asked.

"Yes." Qin Ming nodded.

The Black-Clad Woman revealed a look of astonishment. The other party was simply too young—could he even be thirty? Yet he had actually killed a Three-Legged Golden Crow. She found it hard to believe.

No matter the world, a Pureblood Golden Crow was a creature at the very top of the pyramid.

It represented mythology itself, transcendent and exalted