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Atop the nine-tiered palace, on the Star-Gazing Terrace with its soaring eaves and interlocking brackets reaching into the clouds, two slender figures sat opposite each other across a lustrous jade table.
Xue Chuxin rested her delicate hands lightly on her knees and raised her eyes slightly to look at the woman opposite her.
Xia Qingyun wore a crimson court gown embroidered with cloud patterns. Her flowing sleeves draped down like rosy clouds spilling from the horizon, splendid and flamboyant.
At the center of her brow, a flame carved from blood jade gleamed intermittently in the faint light.
Her red lips were as vivid as though stained with rouge. Her oval face had exquisite contours, and her features were perfection itself-a masterpiece painstakingly sculpted by heaven.
In beauty, face, figure, and complexion, she lost nothing to Xue Chuxin; indeed, she surpassed her. She truly deserved her place as the foremost divine beauty of her generation.
Yet, unexpectedly, beneath that soft, lovely exterior lay a temperament that stood in stark contrast to it.
She carried herself as steadily as a mountain, radiating an overwhelming pressure, like a sovereign who had long occupied the highest seat and held heaven and earth in her grasp.
Even before her red lips parted, a measure of majesty already colored her expression, making others afraid to meet her gaze.
But most unsettling of all were her phoenix eyes.
Beneath her long, glossy black hair were eyes as deep as ink, yet a faint golden light shone within her pupils. That gold amid the black lent her an incomparable nobility.
Anyone who was not a Titled Douluo like Xue Chuxin would have had a hard time withstanding it.
Xia Qingyun lounged lazily, finding a comfortable position to recline in her chair. Her red