On the narrow mountain path leading to Cloud Piercer Peak, colorful flowers and grasses had been planted along both sides. Bright butterflies danced and flitted among them, making one linger in delight, unable to contain one's joy.
Xiang Yang walked with his hands behind his back, chest lifted and spine straight. He had originally been leisurely and at ease, yet he was suddenly forced to stop, for a great beauty stood in his path—the woman who, apart from Ning Ke, could stir his heart more than anyone else in this life.
She had a standard, exquisite oval face untouched by powder, bright eyes like clear water held in a pair of bowls, delicate and moving features, a dainty nose, fair and supple skin, and a tall yet slender figure. Who would dare say she was not a beauty?
In her youth, Nan Fenglan had been hailed as the Pearl of the Imperial Capital because of her looks, temperament, and family background. For a time, she had even overshadowed the imperial princesses and noble ladies; her charm was plain for all to see.
Even after breaking with General Nan, joining the Divine Constable Gate, and falling into the mortal world, she had never lost her breathtaking allure. As the years passed, she had only grown more graceful and enchanting, earning the name of a dangerous rose.
Even Ning Ke, the foremost female constable in the realm whom Xiang Yang now thought of day and night, was less exquisite and ravishing than Nan Fenglan if judged solely by appearance. After all, Ning Ke was far less tall and slender, and her hands were covered in calluses from cultivating the Great Patience Divine Skill, nowhere near as delicate and jade-like as Nan Fenglan's.
"Chief Constable Nan, you were waiting here for Xiang. What