In a moment of daze, the surrounding space overlapped, and in the blink of an eye, Fan Wubing found himself on a terrace.
A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting."
Fan Wubing followed the voice and looked over. A woman in a white and gold Moonlight Skirt was approaching from the railing. Her slender fingers brushed over the lacquered round railing, walking gracefully under the moon. Looking up at her face, it was as beautiful as a full moon yet as cool as a crescent, with ink-colored pupils as tranquil as distant mountains. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her fair face was illuminated by soft light. Her lips, slightly rouged, were as full as annelid segments.
With each step she swayed with grace, her glances overflowed with emotion.
Fan Wubing instinctively thought, "As expected of one of the four Celestial Immortals."
"Please sit." The Moon Immortal gestured gently.
