Inner City, Wang Family.
Inside the largest black fortress at the center, in the highest circular hall.
Han Xiaoyue walked in gracefully and looked at the Wang Family Ancestor, who was floating cross-legged in meditation.
"Little Wang, collect the most beautiful female faces in the surrounding area and send portrait relics to my residence. Thank you."
"...This, Senior—the most beautiful? By what standard? Everyone's standards are subjective, and their ideas of beauty differ." The Wang Family Ancestor had been cultivating when he suddenly heard this request. His heart jolted, and he hurriedly descended to the ground and stood steadily, looking at Han Xiaoyue with probing caution.
"I've forgotten what I used to look like, but my future self must be the very best. As for the standard..." Han Xiaoyue touched the skeletal half of her face, recalling the styles of the women surrounding Lin Hui. "The perfect-proportions type, leaning more toward pure and innocent."
"Give this junior three days. I will definitely complete it!" the Wang Family Ancestor hurriedly said.
"Fine." Han Xiaoyue nodded and turned to leave the hall.
Not long after, she pinched something in her hand, and her figure instantly broke apart and scattered like feathers.
Only after she had completely departed did the Wang Family Ancestor wipe the sweat from his forehead and let out a breath.
"Good thing she rarely makes requests. This one's fairly simple."
"Grandfather, is Sister Yue trying to restore her original body?" Wang Yueting's tall figure emerged from a side door nearby.
"Mm, probably. Your looks count as perfect proportions too. Don't rush off later—give me a portrait relic to send over." The Wang Family Ancestor glanced at his granddaughter and instructed her.
"But if she removes the seal so rashly, could something happen? Like with that one last time?" Wang