When she walked, she was mist-wreathed mountains and hazy waters; when she sat, she was a bodhisattva with lowered eyes.
Her Daoist robe was snow upon the mountains, her wooden hairpin a single horizontal branch.
"I am Qin Lian."
Her voice, too, was serene and pure, like an evening wind circling through an empty mountain valley.
Her gaze lowered lightly. "I am unworthy to serve as a resident instructor of Jixia Academy."
Gui Terrace was very quiet.
Nearly thirty students did not utter a word.
Everyone knew who she was. Jiang Wang alone did not.
But he realized it now.
Among Linzi's Four Great Famous Pavilions, was the owner of Warm Jade Water Pavilion not named Qin Lian?
Could that Qin Lian and this Qin Lian be one and the same?
Jiang Wang naturally thought of Jiang Wuxie.
The four palace lords in Great Qi's Dragon-Contending Game of old.
There was no need to speak of Jiang Wuqi.
Jiang Wuyou had forged her own Dao martial path, her bearing vast and majestic.
Jiang Wuhua concealed his divine brilliance within, unfathomably deep. Usually, he kept a low profile, neither showing mountain nor revealing water. Yet in the case of Imperial Concubine Lei, he had simply stepped into Divine Presence when he said he would, leaving who knew how many people stunned.
Only Jiang Wuxie, lord of Yangxin Palace, had displayed almost no competitiveness. It was not that what he had shown was unimpressive, but that the few competing against him were simply too dazzling.
Of all Jiang Wang's impressions of him, the only memorable things besides that effeminate, handsome, seductive face were the countless beauties of every kind at his side.
Of course, Jiang Wang had never underestimated Jiang Wuxie. Yet sometimes, he could not help wondering: what did a lord