The moment he stepped out of the rift, his gaze passed over the two goddesses before him and landed directly on the figure not far away, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall.
With just one glance, even Bai Qinchen, who had seen countless beauties, could not help the flash
of profound amazement that crossed his eyes.
Beautiful.
It was a beauty that words could only profane.
The God of Time's features were exquisitely cold, her skin whiter than snow, with an almost translucent quality. Her eyes were deep and clear, as though they held the long nights of eternity and the birth and death of stars.
Standing amid this dim chaos, she seemed the sole vista at the end of time, aloof from the world, her distance making others feel ashamed of their own inadequacy.
"You're the one who wanted to see me?" Bai Qinchen stopped, the corners of his mouth lifting into that uniquely his curve, tinged with wickedness and wild abandon.
He showed none of the reverence one might feel before an ancient deity, nor any awareness of being a prisoner of the Divine Realm. His deep black eyes openly surveyed the God of Time, his gaze brazen and intensely invasive, as though appraising a rare treasure about to fall into his hands.
Hearing Bai Qinchen's utterly improper opening, the Godess of Kindness and the God of Life felt their hearts tighten and instinctively wanted to smooth things over.
Yet the God of Time did not become angry.
Her beautiful eyes, deep as a galaxy, shifted slightly. Her gaze passed over the two tense goddesses and settled calmly and intently on Bai Qinchen.
After a long while, the God of Time asked, "My daughter... how is she?"
At those words, Bai Qinchen's irreverent, wicked smile instantly froze.