Two Beautiful Figures

Two beauties of entirely different types walking together were undoubtedly a striking sight. Their ability to draw eyes and turn heads was astonishing; nearly every passerby could not help but glance at them twice, then lean in to whisper a few words to their companions.

Leng Yaozhu walked half a step ahead, her red hair streaming behind her, each strand gleaming softly in the sunlight. She wore a tailored black uniform that accentuated her tall, upright, and crisp figure. Its cinched waist highlighted her slender waist, while the calves exposed beneath the skirt were shapely and graceful. Her temperament was fiery without losing its dignity. Her red eyes held the poise and confidence of maturity, and a faint smile rested on her lips, as though she were savoring this rare moment of leisure.

Her beauty was aggressive, like a blazing flame that made people afraid to approach, yet unable to resist wanting to. It was not something meticulously sculpted, but something that radiated from her very bones—the natural aura of the vice tower master of the Spirit Pagoda and a top-tier powerhouse. The charm of a mature woman was displayed to the fullest in her, making her strength and confidence apparent at a single glance.

Gu Yue walked half a step behind her, her jet black long hair falling over her shoulders, a faint smile on her delicate, otherworldly face. She wore a simple, elegant light-colored dress, its hem fluttering gently in the breeze like a white lotus quietly blooming beneath the sun. Her black eyes were clear as water, her gaze calm and composed. The noble, cold and aloof air around her formed a curious contrast with the bustling city.

Her beauty was subtle, restrained, and unassuming, yet impossible to overlook. It was like a cup of clear tea—light