It was Gu Qingying, the mistress of Moon Palace.
At that moment, she stood barefoot upon a layer of misty moonlight. Her immaculate jade feet were delicate and exquisite, her ankles slender, and her toes round and translucent like pearls.
Of the three women, she possessed the most aloof bearing, like a fairy from the Moon Palace descending into the mortal world, untouched by worldly dust. Only in the depths of her eyes did a trace of calmness and wisdom, born of countless vicissitudes, occasionally flicker.
The woman in the center wore a fiery crimson palace gown, grand and magnificent in design, embroidered in gold thread with a lifelike phoenix bathing in flames, as though it might spread its wings and soar at any moment.
Her face was peerlessly radiant, with sword-like brows and starry eyes that carried an innate blazing intensity. Her vermilion lips needed no rouge, her figure was athletic, her curves breathtaking, and her skin whiter than snow, forming a striking contrast against her red dress.
It was indeed rare to see Suiren Lianlei, the Woman King of this age, dressed in a skirt.
At present, she wore a pair of hollowed-out crimson-gold Divine Mark shoes. Their slender heels made her already tall and proud figure appear even more upright.
As she walked, her skirt fluttered like burning flames, scorching and dazzling.
Her temperament was as fiery as fire itself, carrying the heroic aura innate to one destined to reign supreme among the Human Race, making others dare not look directly at her.
As for the woman on the right, she wore a pale violet wide-sleeved flowing immortal dress embroidered with silver patterns, draped in a layer of light purple gauze. Her robes floated elegantly, like clouds at sunset.
Her figure was perfectly proportioned, her temperament gentle