"Greetings, senior brother. Are you a disciple of Uncle Song?"
Not again? My master seems to have quite a wide network...
Zheng Zetian had just left the lecture at the main peak and was walking back to the dormitory along the plank road, only to be stopped by someone yet again.
He looked up and saw an exquisite and beautiful young girl approaching, her beauty so overwhelming that it was hard to look directly at her.
She wore a green skirt and white shirt and arrived gracefully. Despite her young age, her skin was fairer than snow, and her eyebrows resembled an ink drawing, elegant and otherworldly. Her eyes sparkled like autumn waves, akin to dew flowing between flowers, absorbing the radiance of the hall. With a soft smile at the corners of her mouth, she exuded three expressions: a third mischievous, a third detached, and a third ethereal - a rare beauty in the world, difficult to find even among celestial beings.
