The Sect Master's Wife

Her hair was lush and glossy, her figure delicate yet full. A gold hairpin set with spirit jade adorned her radiant temples. She wore a blood-red skirt and, over it, a crimson gauze jacket embroidered with a ghostly chariot clutching a skull, its wide sleeves hanging loose. Her snow-white skin showed faintly through the sheer fabric.

Beneath her skirt was a pair of bare feet, slender and fair, encircled by gold anklets with dangling bells that lent her an even more captivating air.

Even from behind, she gave off an impression of boundless elegance and bone-deep allure.

From Pei Ling's angle, he couldn't see her face. He could only make out one arm, white as frost and snow, and a slender, delicate hand holding a gauzy round fan as she leaned against the window.

Sensing someone's arrival, she abruptly turned around. As her gold bells rang crisply, her face came into view, so radiant it seemed to shame peach blossoms and outshine spring flowers—an exquisite beauty with the looks of jade and blossoms.

Her figure was slender and graceful. A cluster of bewitching red spider lilies was embroidered on her black bodice, blooming like blood and making her skin seem even fairer, her allure all the more mesmerizing.

"Madam." Li Lieyue and Pei Ling stepped forward together and bowed.

Then Li Lieyue asked, somewhat puzzled, "Madam, what brings you here?"

"No need for formalities." Si Hong Qingyan replied evenly. "And it isn't just me. This place is quite lively at the moment."

The two followed her gaze. Beyond the window, half a painting was visible. It depicted lofty mountains and long rivers, with many cultivators walking, sitting cross-legged, and fishing among them, as vivid and real as life.

Looking around, they saw branches bearing the distinctive flowers of Suzhen Heaven