In South City Road, willows swayed gracefully. At the water ferry, boats drifted like pieces in a game of chess, all bustling with Sect Disciple Cultivators.
Among the flux of people, however, three stunning figures instantly drew the gazes of many. The three women stood in a row. The one on the left was tall and statuesque, her jet-black hair, like a cascading waterfall, flowed from her snowy neck, held up in coils by a silver hairpin adorned with dangling ornaments.
Her pursed lips were as red and charming as ripe cherries.
The woman on the far right had a face as still and pale as water, her complexion notably pallid; her flowing silver hair was especially eye-catching. It appeared she should have been walking quickly, but she seemed to intentionally slow her pace, perhaps to accommodate the girl trapped between them, whose cheeks were as adorable as a porcelain doll's.
