Her features were sharply defined, her nose high, her lips well-shaped. Though she wore no makeup, she possessed a forceful heroic bearing and the authority of one long accustomed to a position of power.
She was none other than Suiren Lianlei, the Human King Body of the current age.
She sat upright as a pine, wearing short boots made from the tanned hide of some unknown exotic beast, with dark metal ankle guards embedded in them. A few unmelted snowflakes clung to the soles, making it clear that she had only recently arrived.
After taking her seat, she slowly rubbed the teacup in her hands, her gaze occasionally sweeping across the distant sea of clouds, her eyes calm and steady.
At the southern end sat a woman dressed in a pale purple gauze gown adorned with stars.
Her dress was more dignified and luxurious than Gu Qingying's, intricate constellations embroidered along its hem and cuffs in deep purple silk thread. Whenever she moved, it was as though she wore a miniature starry sky upon her body.
Her hair was arranged into an elegant Spirit Serpent bun, with a purple crystal hairpin set at an angle. Fine Galaxy Sand tassels hung beneath it, swaying gently as she glanced around and reflecting a dreamlike radiance.
Her beauty was peerless, and beneath her gentle temperament lay a tranquil poise forged through time. Yet between her brows lingered a faint, inescapable melancholy, like thin clouds veiling the stars and moon.
She was the Jiang Family's divine maiden, Jiang Wanqing.
Her feet were hidden beneath her skirt, revealing only the tips of purple cloud-brocade embroidered shoes. A tiny luminous pearl adorned each shoe, emitting a soft glow across the somewhat dim terrace.
As they conversed, she held a warm teacup in both hands, unconsciously stroking