One corner of the teahouse had practically become a scenic attraction.
Four stunning beauties sat around a table. Though one of them was a man, he did nothing to spoil the beauty of the scene, for his looks were no less striking than those of the three female cultivators.
One woman in purple nudged the teacup in front of her, then slumped over the table in boredom.
"I must be mad, sitting here with you three blocks of wood." Despite her words, her gaze scarcely stopped lingering on the three of them.
Tsk, every last one of them is a first-rate beauty. Others have always been the green leaves framing my flower. I never imagined that one day I might be reduced to a green leaf myself.
People said beautiful women could never resist secretly comparing themselves to other beautiful women, and Lie Wushuang was, in fact, just that shallow. In the past, she had never thought much of Shen Qingyue. Only Rongyin and Gu Ningyun could truly rival her, since the three of them possessed not only beauty, but talent as well.
Only after seeing Su Jiu as she was now did she find herself sighing. The waves behind really were about to smash the waves ahead dead upon the shore.
In her eyes, Su Jiu was undoubtedly exceptional. A nascent soul cultivator in her thirties-one probably could not find a second anywhere in the Azure Realm. Her looks were beyond reproach, too. Aside from her somewhat cold temperament, her every word and action, even her conduct, could be considered a model for disciples of prestigious orthodox sects.
Cold air poured off Chu Luohen as though it cost him nothing. The corner of Su Jiu's mouth twitched, and she felt a little guilty.
Yes, she had run into Gu