Tian Yuan Holy Palace, early morning.
Warm sunlight streamed through the exquisite lattice windows and spilled into the spacious, bright dining hall. The long jade table was laden with an array of rare delicacies brimming with spiritual energy. Ya Fei, Xiao Yi Xian, Qing Lin, Nalan Yanran, Han Yue, Cao Ying, Dan Chen, Zuoqiu Qingyu, Li Qingchan, Xiao Xun'er, Yun Yun, Cai Lin, and Zi Yan—thirteen peerless beauties with distinct charms and unique temperaments—sat around the table eating, chatting, and laughing amid a chorus of sweet voices. It was exceptionally lively. Little Lingxi sat obediently beside her mother, Cai Lin, sipping spiritual porridge in small mouthfuls.
Mo Lin sat at the head of the table, happily enjoying breakfast. Looking at the scene of beauties surrounding him, he felt that life could hardly get any more perfect than this.
Each of the thirteen beauties had her own merits. Ya Fei was naturally seductive, her glances overflowing with charm; Xiao Yi Xian was ethereal and detached, with a pure temperament; Qing Lin was sweet and innocent, carrying a hint of exotic allure; Nalan Yanran was valiant and spirited, with an unyielding determination between her brows; Han Yue was cold as the moon, elegant and lofty; Cao Ying was passionate as fire, clever and lively; Dan Chen was pure and flawless, like crystal; Zuoqiu Qingyu was agile and enchanting, with a graceful figure; Li Qingchan was cool and otherworldly, naturally carrying an immortal air; Xiao Xun'er was noble and elegant, her golden dress trailing along the ground as Golden Flame flickered faintly around her; Yun Yun was refined as an immortal, dressed in white whiter than snow; Cai Lin was coldly beautiful and noble, her purple dress accentuating her breathtaking curves, her presence as the principal wife utterly commanding; Zi Yan was lively