The Heroes of the Nine Provinces

Gao Xian had seen countless breathtaking beauties on his journey.

In his view, once beauty reached a certain level, there was no longer much distinction between high and low. Yet today, this woman in plain white robes had changed his mind.

Though the world held many beauties, this woman was without question the most beautiful of them all!

It was not as though any particular feature of Xiao Jinse's was extraordinarily outstanding. It was simply that every part of her—brows, eyes, ears, nose—was beautiful. Even the few loose strands of hair falling beside her ears were beautiful.

Xiao Jinse was of medium build—not too tall, not too short, not too plump, not too thin. Just as the saying went: add a fraction and she would be too full, take a fraction and she would be too slight; add a fraction and she would be too tall, take a fraction and she would be too short; powder her and she would be too pale, rouge her and she would be too red.

Her eyes in particular were tender as springwater. As her gaze flowed, one felt oneself falling into them, unable to break free.

Even Gao Xian, with all his worldly experience, was stunned by her beauty.

Then Gao Xian abruptly realized something was wrong. Any beauty was ultimately external; no matter how peerless, it could not possibly pierce straight into the depths of one's soul.

Sister Lan appeared deep within his brow. Crimson light flowed around her like dragons, completely suppressing his surging emotions.

"It must be some secret art or divine ability that has refined beauty into a peerless blade's edge. Those who see it are unknowingly wounded in spirit by that beauty..."

Gao Xian recalled what Zhi Zhen had said: Xiao Jinse was so beautiful that she had