The instant he noticed something amiss.
Gu Chenfeng swept a sidelong glance over Shangguan Bingxin and Su Wanyue beside him.
He discovered that both women still stood where they were, but their eyes had closed.
It seemed some force had temporarily hypnotized them.
Gu Chenfeng whipped his head around again.
There, before the ruined passage leading into this underground cavern.
A figure had silently appeared at some unknown moment.
It was a young Daoist nun dressed in Daoist robes.
She wore deep-purple robes patterned with flowing clouds, her broad sleeves hanging low, her robes stirring without a breeze.
Her steps were graceful as she walked, a clear radiance drifting beneath her feet. Not a speck of dust touched her as she trod through the air.
A faint halo also enveloped her, keeping out the cavern's foul air.
When Gu Chenfeng's gaze touched her face, his breath caught slightly!
It was a face of peerless beauty, enough to topple cities and kingdoms.
Her dark brows resembled distant mountains holding verdant green, and her deep eyes seemed to contain a boundless sea of stars, detached and clear, as though they could see through all things.
Her delicate nose was straight, her crimson lips softly defined, and her skin surpassed snow, translucent and flawless.
Her ink-black hair was loosely pinned up with only a jade hairpin. A few strands fell beside her cheeks and fluttered in the breeze, lending her an even more otherworldly air.
This woman seemed like a celestial maiden descended into the mortal world, untouched by its smoke and fire, giving an impression of sacred, cool purity.
"You are...?"
Shock surged through Gu Chenfeng's heart.
He secretly used his Spiritual Power in the extrasensory state to probe the woman's aura.
Yet he discovered that her aura was ethereal and insubstantial.