Si Yao gracefully walked out of Tianji Pavilion, her figure akin to an immortal's with unparalleled elegance.
She was dressed in a pure white gown as pristine as snow, its hem gently moved by the breeze, seamlessly blending with heaven and earth, indistinguishable from it.
Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, her curved eyebrows like distant indigo mountains, her eyes akin to a pool of autumn water, clear and profound, her dainty nose elegantly tilted, and her lips naturally red.
Her ink-like long hair casually draped over her shoulders, adding an ethereal beauty to her.
Her aura was extraordinarily sublime, like a fairy descending from the Nine Heavens to the mortal world, inspiring awe yet unconsciously inciting admiration.
After meticulously upkeeping the formation in Tianji Pavilion for over a month, even someone as powerful as her felt deeply exhausted, with a subtle hint of weariness gracing her brows.
However.
