Wu Tian didn't understand who the little one was talking about.
After some thought, the little one said, "Her face is shrouded in mist, making it hard to see clearly. But through the haze, I could tell she is beautiful beyond words. She embodies the refined spirit of the Han River and the graceful elegance of Emei, like a Fairy lost to the Mortal Realm. Her beauty is like the moon reflected on the waters of Jiangnan—limpid, graceful, and ethereal. She is pure and exceptional, with a transcendent beauty, an otherworldly Fairy as lovely as a Heavenly God. It is as if a goddess has descended, a woman of such exquisite beauty she seems not of this world."
Wu Tian and Qin Yuhan were both speechless.
"Oops! I accidentally showed off my literary talent!" The little one smiled sheepishly. "But she really is a Fairy... like a white-clad Empress, a peerless master of this era!"
