"This is Spirit Mountain Old Mother's beloved granddaughter, the apple of her eye. She also has human blood," Ao Wushuang said, secretly watching Xuantian's expression.
Her draconic intuition told her there was something going on between these two.
The woman lowered her head without a word, looking faintly shy. Though the expression was deliberate, she was still utterly captivating.
Her face was slightly round, naturally soft and alluring, like a flawless piece of uncarved jade.
Her feathered robes were rather modest, yet they could not entirely conceal her creamy, jade-like skin, which rivaled frost and snow in its flawless purity...
There was nothing striking about her hair ornament, either. A single jade hairpin loosely pinned up the long hair that would otherwise have fallen to her waist, lending it a touch of playful charm...
Yet those subtle touches of grace gave her an ethereal air.
Perhaps a maiden from beyond Tianque, perhaps a beauty drawn by a divine brush.
Nuwa had favored her in creation, while Heaven blessed her and kept calamity at bay.
Bright eyes and pearly teeth scarcely did her justice; willow brows and cherry lips were descriptions far too common.
Such a wondrous figure was seldom seen in the mortal world—surely an immortal maiden had descended from the moon.
She gently twined a lock of dark hair around her finger, a soft smile at her lips. Yet a hint of sorrow and wistfulness lingered in her eyes, stirring tender pity...
Xuantian inwardly praised her exceptional beauty, but entertained no other thoughts.
There were more peerlessly beautiful female immortals in the Three Realms than stars beyond the heavens. He could hardly fall in love with every one he met. How would he cultivate the Dao then, let alone live freely?
Smiling inwardly, Xuantian gave the woman a few