"Sister Huanhuan, so your given name is Zhen Mi. Should I keep calling you Sister Huanhuan, or call you Sister Mimi?"
Xiao Tian stopped paying attention to the burly Kunpeng Son and ignored that scruffy old man Qi Daolin as well. Instead, he looked at the Ancient Female Double-Pupil. Recalling the secrets he had divined about her through the Great Dao of Destiny when he saw her, he transmitted his voice through his divine sense.
She shared the name of the Goddess of Luo.
Her figure was as graceful as a startled swan, as supple as a roaming dragon.
She seemed like the moon veiled by wispy clouds, drifting like snow whirled by a flowing breeze.
Seen from afar, she shone like the sun rising through the morning clouds; viewed up close, she glowed like a lotus emerging from clear waters.
Her shoulders looked sculpted, her waist as slender as a gathered ribbon of silk.
Meeting her again, he found her as pure and ethereal as ever, radiant as the moon above the mountains, but she no longer seemed so far beyond his reach.
The Ancient Female Double-Pupil still wore that pale yellow dress. She stood tall and graceful, her shoulders delicately sculpted, her waist slender as though cinched by a ribbon. The fair skin of her elegant neck was more lustrous and captivating than even mutton-fat divine jade.
She wore neither rouge nor powder. Her hair rose in a cloudlike coiffure, her brows were long and gently curved, her red lips fresh and moist, her teeth white, and her bright eyes shimmered with every expressive glance.
Her bearing was elegant without lacking allure, her movements gentle and composed, her manner soft and agreeable, and her words gracious and pleasing.
"Little man, you've grown much bolder since we last met.