The woman before him had a standard oval face, its lines smooth and elegant.
Perhaps because of her formidable strength, or perhaps because she occupied such a high position, she unconsciously exuded a hint of an emperor's supreme majesty.
And yet, that exceptionally gentle face carried an air of carefree spirit and liveliness.
Two completely opposite styles had fused perfectly on the woman's face.
Her skin glowed with the lustrous sheen of jade, while the corners of her lips held a faint, barely perceptible curve.
A cyan mark resembling a wind pattern was engraved upon her smooth forehead.
The woman wore a Flowing Wind Wide-Sleeve Imperial Dress. As the dress, primarily colored in a gradient of moon-white and sky-cyan, swayed, it stirred up cyan ripples, as though they were living things.
Her long, black hair was gathered into an elegant Flying Immortal Bun, secured with a simple Cyan Jade Wind Feather Hairpin.
Meeting Xiao Jin's slightly guarded gaze, the woman said with mild reproach, "You little fellow, you're much more rigid than your mother."
The guarded expression on Xiao Jin's face instantly froze. A moment later, it shattered, replaced by shock that he could not hide no matter what.
"Senior, you know my mother?!"
"Of course. Don't you find that plaque familiar?" The woman pointed toward the plaque engraved with the four words "Heavenly Wind Hanging Garden," a hint of teasing in her eyes.
Familiar?
It was far too familiar.
Xiao Jin could almost be one hundred percent certain that those four words had also been written by his mother.
So, all his mother had done ten thousand years ago was run around the entire continent carving words for people?
The woman casually waved her hand, and the plaque flew over from the stone gate, landing directly in front of