Ceding the Seat

Li Zichen had sword-like brows and starry eyes, her features sharp and handsome. Her dark, gleaming eyes were cold and keen, while the stern chill between her brows was like an icy peak thrust straight into the clouds—grim, frigid, and fiercely imposing.

She wore a purple-gold lotus crown and a violet Daoist robe. Countless golden runes on the robe formed ever-shifting manifestations of mysterious True Immortals, wondrous beyond measure.

The long strands of the whisk in her hand were snow-white, faintly glimmering with gold, while its handle was smooth and lustrous like white jade. With a slight motion of her hand, the whisk swayed gently, drifting, flowing, and changing like clouds.

As a disciple of a seventh-rank Heavenly Lord, every artifact Li Zichen possessed was a Divine Artifact. Among them, her robe and whisk were of the highest grade. Even with her abilities, she found it difficult to fully refine them, which was why they displayed all manner of spiritual radiance and wondrous phenomena.

Yun Qingxuan knew that Li Zichen held everyone in contempt. Cold, proud, and overbearing by nature, she had few friends even within the Carefree Sect.

Only Wan Yingying, who had risen from humble beginnings and excelled at dealing with people, had managed to become close to Li Zichen. Of course, Li Zichen also had her good side: her nature was comparatively simple, and she had no malicious desire to harm others.

As for her fondness for stunning beauties, that could hardly be considered a flaw.

Even ordinary people liked to indulge their desires upon the weak. Let alone a Spirit Transformation powerhouse like Li Zichen—it was perfectly normal for her to have a few personal tastes.

Yun Qingxuan did not like Li Zichen's temperament, nor did she have any interest in becoming involved with her. But