This woman's face was charming and captivating, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waters, and her glances seemed to enthrall.
At this moment, her cherry-like lips parted slightly, always carrying a faint, elusive smile that felt like a warm spring breeze.
Her flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, gently swaying as she moved, as soft as silk.
It was the first time Shen Wang had seen such an ethereal woman in the Demon Realm.
Her every gesture naturally exuded an elegant aura, as if she was a classical beauty walking out of a painting, or a fairy descending to the mortal world.
The more Shen Wang looked, the more amazed he became. Seeing a woman with such a demeanor in his world was normal, but encountering one in this cultivation-focused demonic world was truly surprising.
Shi Qingqing wore a light green long dress, its hem fluttering in the wind like a blooming flower, emanating a fresh and otherworldly charm that left people in awe.
