Xu Changqing walked inside and finally saw the Medicine Fairy, Su Qingyao.
She and her daughter, Su Tiantian, looked as though they had been cast from the same mold.
She had the same oval face, but the baby fat had long vanished at her age, making her jawline clearer and giving her the firmness befitting a mature female cultivator.
Her forehead was full and smooth, while her bangs reached her brows and lightly veiled their peaks.
Her skin was porcelain-white, fine and smooth as congealed cream.
She had the same phoenix eyes, though the corners of hers tilted upward more sharply than her daughter's.
Her eyes were clear, and her gaze gentle.
A pair of willow-leaf brows naturally drooped at the ends.
Her nose bridge was high and straight, and the tip was small and exquisite.
Her lips were full, with a distinct cupid's bow; their outline was as clear as a painting, and their color was richly rosy.
Her earlobes were round and thick, carrying the same auspicious look as her daughter's. Each ear had a small piercing, adorned with jade orchid-leaf earrings.
Since she was seated, her height could not be judged.
She was neither too slender nor overly voluptuous—just right.
She wore a green cross-collared robe on top.
Below was a white gauze skirt.
Over it, she draped a light-blue translucent shawl.
Her long hair was arranged in a low bun, secured with an orchid hairpin, with two Dew-Congealing Flowers tucked beside her temples.
She was nearly two hundred years old, yet looked no more than thirty or forty.
After looking her over, Xu Changqing thought to himself, She's maintained herself remarkably well.
Su Qingyao likewise sized up the man before her. Sure enough, his appearance was utterly ordinary. She immediately smiled and asked, "You are Peak