A figure in white appeared before Yang Yan, a pair of small pointed shoes, with fair feet just slightly visible.
Yang Yan stepped back two steps, feeling apologetic, and said:
"Sorry to disturb."
"What disturbance? If anything, it should be me disturbing you."
The voice was clear, crisp, and pleasant to the ear.
Yang Yan couldn't help but glance upwards.
From afar, she didn't seem extraordinary, but up close, she was breathtaking.
This woman was more beautiful than any woman Yang Yan had ever seen before.
Even Steward Yu pales in comparison.
It's not about the difference in beauty.
Both these women are flawlessly beautiful, hard to distinguish between.
Steward Yu is like a lotus emerging from clear water.
However, this white-clad woman's aura is like a celestial being from the Nine Heavens Palace, naturally exuding immortal qi.
One can't help but admire her upon seeing her, even Yang Yan was no exception.
"Yang Yan, pays respects to the celestial maiden."
