Zhao Yi didn't expect that when the news of him being unable to break through spread, it wasn't the Imperial Clan Court that reacted the fastest, but rather the Xuanzhen Temple!
Miaoyin Zhenren unceremoniously pushed Zhao Yi aside, casually tossed the Purple Jade Duster onto the table, and without any regard for her image, began to devour the pastries laid out.
This year, Miaoyin Zhenren was twenty years old, wearing a light green Taoist robe. Her jet-black hair was tied into a simple bun with a wooden hairpin, and her pure and lovely face bore no trace of makeup.
She didn't have the breathtaking beauty of Yao Qing, but she was the kind of person whose looks grew on you. Her features and face shape matched perfectly, and paired with her ascetic-style Taoist robe, the more you looked, the more appealing she became.
Zhao Yi looked at Miaoyin Zhenren, who was handling the pastries on the table with both hands like a whirlwind, and was left speechless.
