Bright sunlight spilled beneath the inn's upturned eaves. Two women stood at the entrance, casting graceful shadows on the ground.
Dongfang Liren wore a fitted python-patterned gown, imposing and regal. She was extremely tall, with decidedly magnificent curves. Viewed from the side, her legs were exceptionally long, the line of her hips tapering beneath the proud swell behind her waist. Above that sat the three-dimensional Fat-Headed Dragon outlined in silver thread. Coupled with her unsmiling expression, she had something of a cold queen's oppressive presence.
Perfected Person Xuanji stood half a step behind her. Compared with Dongfang Liren, her figure was more delicately graceful, her waist slender as a willow and her soft breasts each a handful. Her white dress, silky as rippling water, made her look untouched by dust. Yet the few petals adorning its hem and the vermilion Wine Gourd hanging at her waist made the ensemble less formal, lending her an air that was difficult to place on either side of good and evil.
Ordinarily, Perfected Person Xuanji would have stood quite casually, perhaps leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded, sipping wine.
But the person she was meeting was rather special, so Perfected Person Xuanji had assumed the bearing of an "Imperial Preceptor." Her hands overlapped at her waist, her beautiful face was perfectly solemn, and her gaze was "benevolent and serene." She looked like a highly respected "female tutor."
Ye Jingtang crossed the street with the Chi Dragon Ring-Pommel Saber at his waist. Seeing this master and disciple, who were "bad at it but loved to play," from afar, he felt that Big Silly still looked more imposing.
As for Perfected Person Xuanji, because of her clothes, however proper her bearing, there was still something bewitching about her.
Naturally, these appraisals were hardly things