"What a lovely beauty!"
For her to praise a woman, it was not merely a matter of outstanding looks.
They were all cultivators, and Zhong Ziyan herself was a longevity cultivator, so she paid particular attention to her own appearance.
Her own beauty was indeed first-rate. In terms of looks alone, she did not lose to the white-clad woman opposite her.
However, the temperament embodied by this woman in white was something Zhong Ziyan could not compare to.
It was a feeling of quiet elegance, untouched by even a trace of worldly dust.
Zhong Ziyan could clearly sense that this was not something the woman in white had deliberately put on, but rather the result of her state of mind.
"A Nascent Soul cultivator!"
Zhong Ziyan instantly discerned the other party's cultivation. She too was at the late Nascent Soul stage, yet her aura was condensed as silk.
It carried the sense of a long, unbroken breath and immensely resilient spiritual power. This was something Zhong Ziyan could not compare with at all.
"So strong!"
Zhong Ziyan had seen quite a few cultivators at the Spirit Transformation stage and above. Their strength was only natural, nothing particularly strange.
Yet her perception of those at the same cultivation level was even sharper, and she could not help but sigh inwardly.
"May I ask what this Martial Uncle requires of this disciple?"
Those thoughts flashed through Zhong Ziyan's mind in an instant, and she immediately returned to normal. As a deacon, she had seen all manner of astonishing things.
In her view, this short-haired Martial Uncle had likely come here to handle some matter for this junior.
She did not know whether he was a Martial Uncle or Martial Granduncle, but calling him Martial Uncle made him sound younger, and cultivators liked