The woman wore a white dress, her long, ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall down to her slender waist.
Her features were breathtakingly beautiful, like an ethereal fairy hidden deep in the mountains, untouched by worldly cares. An otherworldly grace radiated from her, stirring the heart.
Her eyes shifted, yet all they held was a calmness that seemed to seep into the bones, without the slightest hint of competitiveness.
Only four words could describe a woman like her:
Peerless grace!
And who else could possess such elegance but Yun Yun, who had left the mountains to gain experience and parted ways with Xiao Ze for several years?
The passing years had made her like fine wine buried deep underground, growing more intoxicating with time—so much so that one could lose oneself in her and never wish to wake.
But now, it seemed she had run into a little trouble.
Watching her elegant composure, as serene as drifting clouds and flowing water, many of the sect's elders nodded slightly. She might not look remarkable at first glance, but no wonder the former sect leader had taken a liking to her and entrusted her with the sect's legacy.
A simple comparison made it plain who was superior and who was inferior.
The sinister man beside the woman in brocade swept his gaze over the white-dressed woman's shapely figure, and a wave of heat stirred in his heart.
If he could pin her beneath him and make her writhe in his embrace, the thrill of that contrast would be more satisfying than devouring any number of heavenly treasures.
Just imagining it made his heart race.
He licked his lips, the wicked light in his eyes growing more intense, as though he had already traced every inch of that graceful body countless times.
His