As Lin Xiaotian opened his eyes, he hurriedly stood up as a faint dizziness passed through him, his body still hollow and slightly unresponsive from the earlier exhaustion. His gaze swept across the surroundings, and he quickly realized he was back on the ship.
The deck was quiet, filled with scattered disciples resting in silence, the aftermath of battle still lingering faintly in the air. Just as he was about to speak, his attention shifted forward, and his movements paused almost unconsciously.
There stood a woman.
Her skin was pale like fresh snow, smooth and flawless like carved jade, reflecting a faint, natural glow under the light as if untouched by the harshness of the world. There was not the slightest imperfection, as if she had been sculpted rather than born.
Her long dark hair flowed like silk down her back, moving gently with the wind, each strand catching light in soft waves. A few loose strands rested near her face, enhancing her quiet, almost ethereal elegance.
