The ancient trees were vigorous, their branches and leaves lush, with trunks like Coiled Dragons stretching towards the sky. The forest was tranquil and serene.
The Yaochi Saintess finally emerged. She was ethereal and dreamlike; although standing close, she gave the illusion of being in a celestial palace high above the Nine Heavens.
She seemed not to belong to the mortal world, her beautiful body untouched by earthly desires. She exuded a sense of nobility and unattainable distance, as if worlds apart from the bustling Red Dust.
A slight smile touched Ye Fan's lips, his gaze clear and bright. It was precisely such a woman who had just appeared before his eyes, seemingly without a thread on her.
That flawless figure, with its snowy white sheen and graceful curves, still seemed to linger before his eyes. Even now, the thought of it made him marvel.
