As Zi Yan absorbed the Dragon-Phoenix Divine Spirit Fruit's original energy,
she entered adulthood.
She wore a pale-purple, feather-light dress of gauze with close-fitting gold patterns. Its cut bared her fragrant shoulders, framing a face of flawless, breathtaking beauty.
Her brows curved gently above light-brown eyeshadow and long lashes. Her nose was straight, her red lips alluring. A pink floral hair ornament traced with gold held back part of her ink-black hair, while the rest fell neatly past her shoulders to her hips.
Her chin was softly pointed, her neck slender, and her snow-white skin gleamed like jade, so delicate it seemed a breath could break it. She looked as though the creator had left her without a single flaw. Her ample bust strained against her dress.
She was tall and shapely, with a slender waist and long, straight legs. Purple-gold shoes adorned her feet, and a pink-purple crystal chain circled one ankle.
A strange, faint fragrance surrounded her. Her bearing was alluring and radiant, warm as water, with a hint of temptation beneath its purity—enough to leave countless people spellbound.
The only thing marring the sight was that Zi Yan's beautiful eyes remained closed.
Before long,
Zi Yan slowly opened them. Her pale-golden eyes seemed to hold the weary wisdom of someone who had seen the ages pass.
The first thing she saw was Zi Yu standing before her, his face somewhat pale.
Zi Yan knew how great a price he had paid to help her.
Though she had been sealed inside the energy crystal, she had not been entirely unaware of what happened outside.
His unstinting help had moved her deeply.
But a moment later, she seemed to remember something.
Zi Yan's pale-golden eyes roamed freely over him from head to toe, a smile that was not quite