The carriage curtain was lifted, and a young Purple-Robed Woman stepped down gracefully. Her figure was like the first ray of morning sunlight, her eyes like morning dew—soft and bright.
The woman's Purple Robe flowed with a faint sheen, as though it had merged with the surrounding light.
Her sleeves fluttered in the wind, dreamlike and ethereal.
Her skin was white as snow, and her jade-carved face exuded a unique bearing. Between her delicate brows and eyes lay intelligence and resolve.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, gently brushing against her slender waist.
Several glistening gemstones adorned her hair, flickering with a faint radiance.
She took two small steps forward, light and confident. Every step seemed to land upon the strings of a zither, playing a beautiful melody.
Everyone behind the Night Emperor had their gazes utterly captured. In that dazed instant, it was as if the world had come to a standstill!
Young men like Ye Li in particular felt their hearts pounding wildly as they shouted in their hearts, How could there be such a perfect woman in this world?
Almost in an instant.
A mad thought even surfaced in Ye Li's mind: if he could taste the sweetness of a woman like this even once, he would be willing to die on the spot.
Yet they were not fools in the end.
A person who required four Soaring Heaven Realm experts to protect her whenever she went out, and who could make a Heavenly Human Supreme like the Night Emperor personally welcome her upon arrival—how could she be someone they could act presumptuously toward?
No one dared make a sound. They could only stare blankly with obsessed and fervent gazes.
The Purple-Robed Woman's eyes flickered as they swept over Ye Li and the