Her shoulders were like blades, her bosom full and proud, her waist slender and captivating. Her beautiful body was long and elegant, clad in a white silk gown resembling a phoenix, the silk as thin as a cicada's wings. The skirt had a hundred pleats, with fine vertical stripes, and underneath she wore black silk trousers adorned with hidden floral patterns. Her figure resembled a willow's waist, exuding a mature charm.
The crowd watched, a hint of admiration flashing across their faces, but they quickly withdrew their gazes and focused on the cultivators ascending the path.
In the Cultivating Immortality Realm, beautiful women were never in short supply.
Mere physical beauty was but a vase, numerous and useless.
Cultivation was the foundation upon which a female cultivator stood.
Even the Heavenly Ranking emphasized cultivation first, with appearance being secondary.
"My husband has not yet arrived!"
Jin Xi looked around, beginning to search for something.
