Yu Ci was rather surprised that someone should cut in from the side. In truth, he was a layman when it came to appraising treasures. Even if a true gem were placed right before him, he could not estimate its price. He had merely chanced upon an interesting aspect of this object and come over to take a look.
As this female cultivator drew near, however, the greater part of Yu Ci's attention shifted over. After all, within Baichuan Market, such a gracefully poised beauty was a rare sight indeed.
In his life, Yu Ci had seen many peerless beauties, but most were true practitioners of the Dao. Very few actually spent thought on dressing and grooming or did their utmost to display feminine allure. Reckoning it up, Crimson Yin was one, but rather than displaying allure, it was more like a pursuit of perfection and a fondness for luxury. Murong Qingyan was another; it would be no exaggeration to call her myriad-blossomed in allure, but that felt more like an innate talent. Then there was the woman before him.
Whoever laid eyes upon the beauty before them would find their gaze brightening. This woman wore no gold or inlaid jade, nor was her head crowned with pearls and kingfisher feathers. She wore a short jacket and long skirt, exquisite yet relatively plain in color, devoid of any ostentation. Yet upon closer inspection, one could see that the woven patterns and hidden designs were delicate and fine, each bearing consummate craftsmanship. Moreover, her tender face was like a blossom, lightly touched with cosmetic powder and rouge that blended seamlessly into the texture of her skin, indistinguishable from a bare face.
One could tell that she was quite pleased to become the focal point in everyone's eyes, yet she disdained that