Ji Xue'er: If You Don't Enter the Tiger's Den, How Can You Catch Its Cubs?

That figure was but a fleeting glimpse.

Even though the crowd could not see her face clearly, they still felt that the figure was peerless and dazzling, enough to rival the brilliance of the sun in the sky.

In that very instant, everyone was certain: the Goddess had arrived!

The next moment, the sound of tables and chairs overturning and porcelain dishes shattering erupted from downstairs.

A few young masters were the first to react, rushing toward the stairs like madmen.

Upon reaching the bottom, they immediately saw that the first-floor lobby had seemingly frozen in time.

A waiter stood dazed in the middle of serving, unaware that the dish in his hand had fallen to the floor.

Patrons were eating but had stopped chewing; instead, they sat with mouths agape, letting food and saliva spill onto their collars without even noticing.

Others were pouring wine, only to spill it all over the table and floor.

The accountant, his ledger soaked through with ink, stared blankly ahead.

Look then at the woman in white.

Her white robes were like those of an immortal, her features like a painting.

Those eyes, like black gemstones, overflowed with spiritual essence, dreamlike and illusory.

Though she wore only light, simple makeup, the mere movement of her gaze held a charm so devastating it could topple cities, leaving men utterly spellbound.

Her brows were like distant mountains, lush and verdant; to see them was to feel a sense of leisurely elegance, as if gazing upon the calm, unhurried flow of a clear stream.

Her nose was delicate and straight, as if carved from fine jade, emitting a faint luster.

Her soft, pink nostrils flared slightly with each breath, seemingly carrying a faint, ethereal scent of orchids that left one intoxicated and mesmerized.

Her cherry lips,