The woman lay quietly in Aizen's arms, her pure white eyes staring blankly at him. Yet there was not the slightest trace of panic on her face, nor did she show any intention of leaving.
A broad robe of red and white draped over her body, yet it still outlined her graceful figure.
Her complexion was extremely fair, almost pallid in a sickly way. Yet paired with her exquisite, beautiful features, it gave her an indescribable charm.
Her long silver hair fell to her waist and spread around her, lending her a breathtaking beauty.
Aizen looked at her calmly. His earlier frown had lasted only an instant; by now, he had completely reined in his emotions.
Their gazes met. Aizen's eyes were unfathomably deep, calm as still water, while the woman looked somewhat dazed.
After only a brief moment of eye contact, the woman could not help turning her face aside. Her pure white eyes no longer dared meet Aizen's, and a faint blush rose on her fair cheeks.
Seeing this, Aizen's brows knit slightly before relaxing again. He said nothing more as he held her and slowly descended toward the ground.
"Tap!"
The two landed lightly on the ground, and Emperor and the others hurried over on horseback.
"Th-that..."
Upon seeing Aizen holding the woman, Emperor raised a hand and opened his mouth, yet he did not know what to say.
The warriors beside him all stared excitedly at the woman in Aizen's arms. Some muttered under their breaths.
"The Daughter Bestowed by Heaven... This is the Daughter Bestowed by Heaven that the Divine Tree has granted to the Land of My Ancestors!"
Aizen paid no attention to their words. He glanced lightly at the woman in his arms, who still seemed lost in a daze. A hint of