Chen Wei instinctively looked up. This was his second time seeing Third Holy Mother Yang Chan.
The last time he had seen her had been... the last time.
Back then, Yang Chan's imperial carriage had flown across the sky in magnificent splendor. Ma Muzhi had craned his neck for ages, sighing over and over, "If you're going to be an immortal, this is how you ought to do it."
Now, the lady herself stood right before him.
Yang Chan truly was beautiful. She wore a pale gold gauze gown with a crossed collar and wide sleeves, its subtle gold-thread embroidery of flowers and leaves shimmering with light. Her raven hair was swept high into a cloud-shaped bun, crowned with golden flowering branches. Several slender tassels of gold beads hung from the crown, trailing past her ears to her chest and lending her beauty an even more otherworldly air.
Her skin was fair and translucent, like exquisite mutton-fat jade.
An intricate gold-and-red floral ornament adorned the center of her forehead.
Her eyes were clear as amber, and the slight lowering of her lashes revealed an innate air of pure nobility.
From head to toe, there was not a single flaw to be found.
Beautiful she might be, but beside her stood the Daluo Golden Immortal who was the most protective of his little sister in all the Three Realms.
Chen Wei took only one look.
After that single glance, his neck stiffened and he turned his head aside, fixing his gaze on a gap in the courtyard wall.
Keep staring?
Was he tired of living?
Still, although he had looked away, Chen Wei's mind had not gone idle.
Yang Chan was indeed beautiful, flawlessly so, yet for some reason, Yang Niansan's face suddenly sprang into his mind.
Yang Niansan usually dressed