All right, making an entrance with a folding fan in hand and a poem to set the scene really did clash with the overall aesthetic of this universe. But aside from that, she really did seem to be a perfectly ordinary woman.
She wore an ordinary, somewhat worn travel coat, plain, even slightly shabby work pants, and sturdy outdoor boots. She looked like a traveler who had been on the road for a long time.
But those ordinary clothes fit snugly around her tall, athletic body, sleek as a leopard's. Her bare-faced beauty, without a trace of makeup, was impossible to hide. She looked to be around thirty, the age when a human woman was at her most alluring. Her features were dignified and striking, with the sculpted depth of a statue, and her dark eyes were like a night sky filled with starlight. Her long, pale-purple hair, gleaming with silver, was tied in a plain ponytail at the back of her head, yet somehow gave her the lavish air of a courtly hairstyle painstakingly designed for a great noblewoman.
...Wait, why did I think a woman like this was perfectly ordinary? With a figure, face, and bearing like hers, making herself seem ordinary would be a lot harder than projecting her presence eight meters in every direction, wouldn't it?
More importantly, she wasn't just so unremarkable that she seemed like a passerby; there wasn't the slightest trace of psionic energy about her. Even her vitality was weaker than that of ordinary fitness enthusiasts with regular routines, nutritious diets, and moderate exercise.
Only then did Yu Lian realize that the reason he'd been studying her so intently was simply that he knew someone else had arrived, and she'd also recited that rather indescribable introductory poem.
If they'd passed each other