It had to be said.
Zhan Qingge was indeed breathtakingly beautiful.
Her waist-length purple hair shone with a radiant luster.
Her skin surpassed snow.
Her brows resembled distant, dark-painted mountains.
A serene smile rested upon her exquisite, flawless face, as perfect as a peerless celestial maiden depicted in an ancient painting, giving the impression that she stood apart from worldly strife, as refreshing as a spring breeze and remarkably approachable.
Such gentle, pure beauty.
The instant it appeared.
It was like a peerless Heavenly Blade.
With a soft, subtle force like rain silently nourishing all things, it plunged deep into the hearts of the many young holders of the Heavenly Prodigy Rank.
Dealing a devastating blow.
A divine maiden of noble birth, yet seemingly without the slightest airs.
As gentle and endearing as the girl next door.
Just imagine.
Before such charm.
Under all of heaven.
How many could resist?
Precisely because of this.
Quite a few lost themselves in a daze.
In their distraction.
They could not help themselves.
And stole several more glances at Zhan Qingge.
Yet.
The very next moment.
The red-robed elder behind Zhan Qingge suddenly struck.
Intimidating all around him.
Unleashing thunderous might.
Had it merely been a warning.
A reprimand.
That would have been one thing.
After all.
A divine maiden of the Spirit Realm.
Stood high above the heavens.
Compared with beings of the Mortal World, her identity and status were inherently a cut above.
At their first meeting.
A crowd of "lecherous fellows" stared incessantly at the young woman, practically drooling.
That was indeed somewhat improper.
Yet.
The red-robed elder struck viciously.
With a single blow.
The eyes of several Xuanhuang Heavenly Prodigy Rank holders burst apart.
Originally.
Everyone had thought.
Zhan Qingge would at least ask after the wounded and show