A girl with a perfect body with a perfect smile. That's Wang Ling'er.
Tianmo did not look surprised. His expression remained as calm as a still lake, reflecting the moonlight without a ripple. He had sensed her approach long before she opened the door.
He turned his gaze from the spent form of Liu Ruyan to his sister, who stood trembling at the threshold. Her blue lake-like eyes were downcast, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, yet her posture was resolute. She was like a white lotus daring to bloom in a field of blood and desire, against all odds.
"Come forth," Tianmo said, his voice low, resonating like a bell struck in a deep valley. It was not a request; it was a decree of the Dao.
