Witch Miss was still rummaging through the private stash hidden in her neckline, yet she still had not found anything useful. Just then, from the place where the layer of ash had billowed up, came the sound of coughing, followed by... a figure gradually emerging.
"This is... what place?"
It was a beauty who was incredibly difficult to describe in words. Although she looked rather disheveled and had quite a bit of dust smeared across her face, even that could not conceal her beauty.
If she cleaned herself up, just how stunning would she be?
Maria could not help sinking into thought. She believed there was an upper limit to physical beauty. Once someone reached a certain level—say, the upper limit of what the masses considered beautiful—they would probably all look about the same. For example, she could never tell which online beauty was which.
Having to memorize dozens, even hundreds or thousands, of names for the same face was practically Mental Pollution.
Thus, physical beauty alone had its limits. Only the temperament of different people could break through that boundary. For example, Seven-colored Flower's mysterious, elegant, dreamlike aura, or the healing smile of little brother Luo Qiu—those were what broke through the limits of physical beauty and made people unforgettable for life.
Granted, this slightly disheveled beauty also possessed a special air that was difficult to put into words... but it seemed somewhat different from the aura generally unique to vampires?
Witch Miss's hand was still extended into her neckline as she stared fixedly at the beauty slowly walking out.
"Beauty..." Fafnir slightly furrowed her brows. She first glanced upward, apparently somewhat surprised, and only then began sizing up the three people before her.
That would have been fine if she had not looked, but once she did, the