The clouds thought of raiment, the flowers thought of beauty.
After seeing Yunxiao, this was the line of poetry that involuntarily came to Jiang Ming's mind.
Yunxiao.
She wore a cloud robe seemingly woven from heavenly white clouds, standing quietly atop a distant mountain peak. Her gentle gaze rested on Jiang Ming's group, particularly Nezha and Jiang Ming.
She was Yunxiao, arguably one of the most low-profile Great Abilities in the Three Realms. Powerful yet understated, poised and unadorned, she was ultimately dragged down by her three sworn siblings.
This was Yunxiao. She was as gentle as water, and anyone who saw her had to admit that, in terms of bearing, she was truly the foremost beauty of the Three Realms.
It was simply that Yunxiao kept too low a profile and rarely left Three Xiao Island.
After seeing Yunxiao, Jiang Ming could not help glancing at that unreliable fellow, Zhao Gongming. This was the man who would later lead Yunxiao into utter misery—and drag down her other two sisters as well.
Those two younger sisters had never been particularly clever. Usually, Yunxiao was the only one keeping them in check and preventing them from causing trouble everywhere.
At the same time?
When Yunxiao saw Jiang Ming, she paused slightly, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity and closeness toward him.
This was because, the instant Jiang Ming arrived on the immortal island, three Red Cords had silently appeared around the wrists or ankles of the three women.
Jiang Ming also knew that, generally speaking, a Red Cord appearing on a wrist meant that the woman was especially innocent and pure, the difficult-to-win-over type.
Those whose cords appeared around their ankles, meanwhile, were the cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside type, relatively easy to win over.
And in truth, Yunxiao's was on her wrist, while