He pulled open the door.
Outside, in the faint morning light, two graceful figures of distinctly different bearing stood side by side, as if they had gathered all the morning's spiritual beauty in one place.
The woman in front wore an elegant moon-white gown, her figure slender and poised.
Her ink-black hair fell smoothly to her waist, pure and captivating in the classic straight black style, making her skin appear even more luminous.
Her features were as exquisite as a finely detailed painting. Between her brows lay both the gentleness of a Jiangnan water town and the cool clarity and resilience of a cultivator.
Her bright eyes were clear as water, tranquil and accepting, as though they could reflect one's heart—yet their depths could not be fathomed.
Such composed, unhurried poise seemed somewhat at odds with her appearance, which suggested she was scarcely twenty. It was more as though time and past experiences had quietly bestowed upon her a steadiness and sense of responsibility far beyond her years.
Without needing an introduction, Long Jinyu knew that this had to be the chief disciple of the inner court he had long admired—Senior Sister Zhang Lexuan.
Whether because he had not seen such pure, beautiful straight black hair in the colorful-haired world of Douluo Continent for so long, or because the woman before him bore a faint resemblance in temperament to the Mu Yao he remembered, he found himself staring blankly for a moment, as though caught by her tranquil and gentle aura.
No, no!
He jolted awake and swiftly composed himself, warning himself inwardly, Staring at someone like this the very first time we meet is far too rude! I can't leave Senior Sister with the impression that I'm some kind of creep!
To be fair, as a near-adult whose aesthetic