She was a truly remarkable woman. Her white hair cascaded like a river of stars, her eyes were dotted with starlight, and her exquisitely beautiful face seemed sculpted from moonlight. She wore a plain, moon-white Daoist robe and sat cross-legged atop a rocky mountain. Though she was perfectly still, she seemed to float like an immortal, as if she might drift away on the wind... Even though there really wasn't any wind here, only this particularly dreary gray mist.
She was the very picture of the stereotypical female grandmaster!
Though her features were as fine as a painting, they weren't especially sharp. Paired with her round, silver-wheel face, they gave her a kindly, almost Buddha-like air. So even when she was expressionless, she still looked as if she were smiling a little.
She must be a gentle person, right? Yu Lian thought.
Needless to say, this white-haired woman, whose face still looked as young as a maiden's and whose whole presence seemed otherworldly, was none other than Madam Mei Ruoxi, the other Eight-Ring powerhouse of the Spirit Research Society and Earth.
By the way, a lot of ordinary people on Earth called her "Madam Mei." It sounded even more distinguished than his cheap master's "Immortal Lan."
"Madam" here meant "Madam Mazu," not "Empress." Her persona and past exploits spoke for themselves. Given the history of his previous life, she was obviously a kind and benevolent person.
With that in mind, Yu Lian put on a suitably apprehensive tone and said, "Martial Aunt, I haven't had a chance to come visit you until now. That was my fault."
"That doesn't really count as your fault," she said in a perfectly placid voice. If her tone hadn't been so utterly calm, Yu Lian might have thought she was being sarcastic.
"My home