In the pavilion, there was a woman, wearing a yellow robe embroidered with phoenixes, her long red silk skirt trailing on the ground. She held delicate green gauze in her hand, her hair styled elegantly with a single hairpin inserted.
Her demeanor was regal and noble, akin to a royal princess, her skin as smooth as jade, as flawless as snow, captivating with an indescribable charm.
The woman's face adorned with light makeup was as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal, as if she had stepped out from a painting.
But what stood out most was the woman's powerful aura. Even though Chu Qingxue herself possessed a strong aura, upon seeing this woman, she felt an innate sense of fear.
It was not because she was a martial arts master, but because of her overwhelming presence.
Truly, she had a majesty that seemed like an Immortal God descending to the earthly realm.
This was undoubtedly the most perfect woman Chu Qingxue had ever seen, flawless in every way.
