Dusk dimmed, and the dying sun glowed blood-red. Beside the cliff, the setting sun seemed edged in gold. Still perfectly round, it cast dazzling rays that stung the eyes, dreamlike and unreal.
After a while, the sunset suddenly lost its dazzling brilliance. Crimson all over, it slowly sank as though a steel plate weighing a thousand pounds pressed down on it.
Actually, Zhang Ping was quite pretty too.
Su Chen sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the girl beside him as that thought crossed his mind.
The girl wore a white Martial Soul robe over her upper body and tall, slender boots with low heels below. Her pale golden tresses hung loose to her shoulders, without any ties. A gentle mountain breeze lent her beauty an airy grace.
Zhang Ping's beauty differed from that of Qian Renxue, Hu Liena, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong. Qian Renxue possessed the noble beauty of an immortal maiden untouched by the smoke and fire of the mortal world. Hu Liena's beauty was seductive and captivating. Xiao Wu's was adorable. Zhu Zhuqing's was aloof and cool, like a snow lotus on an iceberg. Ning Rongrong had the willful, headstrong beauty of a spoiled young lady. As for Zhang Ping before him, she possessed the warm, approachable beauty of a little sister from next door.
Zhang Ping's figure was shapely. Though she was not as voluptuous as Hu Liena, she had a more balanced beauty. She was the kind one could look at a hundred times without tiring of her!
"Do you think people really go somewhere else after they die?" Zhang Ping broke the silence as she watched the setting sun on the horizon.
"Yes, they do. After people die, they go to one of two worlds. One is called