"Before, I always thought the saying, 'One glance topples a city, a second topples a kingdom,' was an exaggeration. Only after meeting Miss Hongyu today did I realize how ignorant I had been."
Her delicate features were lovelier than flowers, her fingers like peeled scallion roots, her lips as if holding vermilion. Every frown and smile stirred the soul.
Looking at Miss Hongyu as she approached, Fu Hua suddenly understood why some people were willing to spend a fortune for a single smile.
Miss Hongyu, standing before Fu Hua, wore a pale blue gown embroidered with tiny white red plum blossoms along its hem. A white brocade sash cinched her slender waist, so narrow it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand, displaying her graceful figure and endless charm.
Yet what drew even more attention was that aura about her... a seductive temperament that even women found difficult to resist.
It made one want to willingly become her servant beneath her skirts.
But in that case... wasn't this a little too much? There were many peerless beauties in the world, but beauty on this level was simply abnormal.
Breathing in the intoxicating fragrance emanating from Miss Hongyu, Fu Hua was not greatly affected. After all, she was an immortal. If immortals could fall for such tricks so easily, what kind of immortals would they be?
Still, because of that, Fu Hua roughly understood something.
What concerned Fu Hua slightly was that this "person" truly seemed to be her target this time and possessed the qualifications to become her disciple. That only made Fu Hua hesitate once more.
Why were all the disciples she encountered who met her standards so worrying?
Was there not a single one who could put her at ease?
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