After leaving Hidden Sword Hut, it was already dusk. He Heng watched the glow of the setting sun and slowly left Divine Sword Manor.
No one had noticed he had ever been there, and no one knew he had left.
He Heng waded across the river, watching the path ahead.
There was a small grove of trees.
The trees stood thick together, wild grass flourished beneath them, and a cool breeze drifted through the quiet of the evening.
But that wasn't what caught He Heng's attention. In the grove stood a woman—a very beautiful woman—beneath a tree, smiling at him.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, her flawless features seeming as if they had been carved by the most skilled artisan. Her figure was perfect, with curves in all the right places, enough to make any woman feel inferior.
She looked to be around seventeen or eighteen, in the bloom of youth, like an elf born of the very essence of heaven and earth.
She seemed to have been waiting especially for He Heng. The moment she saw him arrive, she smiled, as if a hundred flowers had bloomed and spring had come.
Her smile was exquisite. Her clear, crystalline eyes seemed veiled in mist, hazy and mysterious.
A thin layer of snowy-white fabric covered her body. Every curve showed through perfectly, yet seemed veiled in mist, stirring the desire to tear away that barrier and see everything.
She wore no makeup, yet her skin was still the fairest, her beauty flawless and utterly natural.
Like a lotus rising from clear water, untouched by adornment.
The words seemed to have been written just for her.
He Heng had seen many beautiful women. Given his status, countless women tried every means to throw themselves at him each day, and every one of them