Spirit Hall Empire, Spirit City.
A stunning woman stepped into the council hall, golden sunlight spilling over her and making her look all the more radiant and captivating.
She stood around 1.6 meters tall, her entire body enveloped in a scarlet robe. Her sea-blue hair flowed down her back, nearly reaching the ground when loose, and her gentle, beautiful face looked no older than thirty.
She was beautiful, but much of that beauty came from her bearing: noble and elegant. In her right hand, she held a three-meter-long golden scepter, its entire surface carved with magical patterns. Its head bore a diamond-shaped projection resembling a spear, with a diamond-shaped golden gemstone set five inches below the spear's tip.
Judging by appearance alone, Bo Saixi was an exceptionally rare beauty. Her bearing was beyond compare; even Pope Bibi Dong, who ruled the Spirit Hall Empire, fell a notch below her in that regard.
Most breathtaking of all were her eyes. Those clear blue eyes were deeper than the sea, yet their gentle, weathered depths seemed to have witnessed ages stretching back to antiquity. How could a thirty-year-old woman possess such eyes?
And now, the two most peerlessly magnificent women on the entire Douluo Continent had appeared in the same place at the same time. Yet there was none of the drawn-sword tension outsiders might have imagined between them. They even seemed to appreciate each other.
As Pope Bibi Dong looked Bo Saixi up and down, Bo Saixi was also studying the peerless beauty before her, whose reputation for loveliness rivaled her own.
That glance proved unsettling. Goosebumps rose on Bo Saixi's milk-smooth, fair skin, and her sapphire-like eyes contracted slightly, her gaze fixing on Bibi Dong's neck.
Bibi Dong's long, snow-white neck, graceful as a white swan's, had once been a