Ruth looked up at the sky ahead... Cunlü happened to sweep through a wide turn in the air, her robes fluttering.
The pea vine shook violently, yet the female priest showed no sign of discomfort.
She looked like a true goddess. Even when she glanced toward their platform, her eyes held nothing but calm indifference.
Her white skirts brushed past the crowd, leaving only a faint fragrance... like freesias in the sunlight, alluring yet cool, making everyone shiver.
The men around Ruth were breathing heavily. Countless eyes fixed on Nanfeng, standing among the flowers, with looks that wished him dead and gone.
Ruth was a little surprised.
That Undead knight was unbelievably composed.
Surrounded by so much malice, he still wore a gentle smile, gazing intently at his beloved as she spun through the air.
Occasionally, the female priest turned back, leaned down, and lightly brushed his cheek, leaving a petal-like mark before whirling away with a clear laugh. He would even raise his longsword in a salute, his face full of tenderness.
Although Ruth still loved Lucimar best, she could not help feeling a pang... Why couldn't my Lucimar love me so wholeheartedly?
The heartache was almost unbearable.
Then, when she heard those men marveling that this was the bearing of the greatest beauty, uncontrollable anger flared in her heart. "What nonsense are you spouting?
She's only on the same level as Lucia!
Hah! What can they do besides catch men's eyes?
They aren't worth a single hair on our lady's head!
Grand Sage Ismael wasn't moved in the slightest even when Lucia practically pulled down her bodice to seduce him!
Who doesn't know that the Grand Sage has always been unable to resist beautiful women?
If he managed that, it was naturally because he already possessed the most