The woman standing on the cliff needed only to show him her back for a sense of flawless, breathtaking perfection to rise in his heart. Perhaps he was still young and inexperienced, but at that moment, he was spellbound. He wanted to lose himself in that bright moon, never to escape.
Just then, the woman seemed to notice something and turned around, faintly surprised. No one had come here for a long time. She had not been surprised that the little fellow Shi Yi could enter, but another three youngsters arriving was rather unexpected.
Xiao Tian, Shi Hao, and Huo Ling'er finally saw the incomparable beauty of the woman whose silhouette alone possessed peerless grace.
She looked only sixteen, the age when a woman was at her most radiant and captivating. Her hair stirred gently. Beneath her smooth, flawless forehead, long lashes trembled slightly over eyes as clear as autumn waters, two limpid pools shimmering beneath a veil of mist.
Her delicate nose was finely shaped, her red lips full, her pearly teeth gleaming with luster. Her neck was white, slender, and graceful. With skin like ice and bones like jade, exquisite features, and a peerlessly beautiful face, every inch of her seemed perfectly drawn. Her gray robe resembled a flowing immortal gown with broad sleeves, veiling the curves of her figure. She made one feel that even the most perfect celestial maiden imaginable could be no more beautiful.
Flawless and unsullied-perfection itself!
In ancient times, the Ancient Female Double-Pupil had experienced that terrifying, bloody war when rank-and-file troops from the Foreign Realm infiltrated the eight wildernesses of the Lower Realm alongside their lackeys and henchmen. In the end, to prevent the Lower Realm from being obliterated, the battlefield had been moved into the Small World of the Hundred Broken