The sunlight that fell from the vault of heaven was now filtering through the thin, translucent green clouds, sprinkling down upon Mo City, where the cleansing aura of the Time Platform flowed in abundance, and the earth's fire was faintly discernible.
In Mo City, anyone of status had successively taken their seats below the Time Platform.
Compared to her simply adorned appearance of the past two days, Ning Feiyan had dressed elaborately for the occasion today.
The corners of her eyes and peaks of her brows were accented with the charm of dark dye, her lips touched by red, and a delicate floral forehead sticker graced her face, complemented by a cyan undergarment topped with a dark purple over-skirt.
As fate would have it, the peach tree right beside her seat had benefited from rain and dew, blossoming profusely, setting off her elegant brows and slender figure, stunning to behold and deeply intoxicating.
