He was dressed in a long white robe, upon which a golden sun-disc was embroidered, like a rising morning sun—radiating warmth, yet at the same time inspiring awe.
Behind that refined female cultivator there sat another, a young woman of delicate beauty, her skin white and fine, pure as fallen snow.
An Ancient Zither was placed before the female cultivator; her long, white, slender fingers danced lightly across its surface, drawing forth a stream of melodious notes.
Her long hair was as black and lustrous as a waterfall, hanging down to her waist and shedding a gentle radiance; her whole person gave off the feeling of a spring breeze brushing the face, and the music she played likewise calmed the heart.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned her gaze toward the entrance; when she saw three unfamiliar members of the same Human Clan walking in, a hint of joy surfaced upon her face, yet the music did not break off.
