Her face was covered with a thin veil, indistinct, with only her brows and eyes exposed. Even so, after seeing her appearance, Qin Jin still felt a sense of amazement.
It was the purest astonishment, the first impression of beauty.
Brows like a painting, eyes like stars, resembling a fairy—this might be the best description.
The woman in the image gazed at the sky, her eyebrows showing worry, as if she were talking to herself or to future generations like Qin Jin.
"Brother Huang, you're too hasty."
"If it succeeds, it will indeed benefit eternally, but if it fails..."
"The countless accumulations of our Celestial Cyan Immortal Dynasty being destroyed in a day is a small matter; the consequences might be even more severe."
In a soft whisper, she paced several times before finally letting out a long sigh.
"Let it be."
"Consider it as leaving a seed."
She reached into the void and lightly grasped, paper and pen fell into her hand.
