At the palace entrance.
The silhouette of a woman in a red dress appeared, her figure tall and slender, the hem of her skirt trailing on the ground like flowing clouds, highlighting her graceful form.
Her eyes were like peach pits, her red lips touched with vermilion rouge, smiling even before they opened, with pearls gently shimmering at her ears, enhancing her snowy skin that surpassed jade.
As she walked, she exuded an innate charm, like a mandala blooming in the night.
Is this the Elder of the Martial Arts Garden?
If it weren't for someone notifying him beforehand of the visitor's identity, Lin Chen would have thought she was a lady from a prominent family.
If Senior Sister Jiang Qing was pure, Murong Yan was desire, then the woman in the red dress before him was a ripe peach, unparalleled in beauty.
"It turns out to be Elder Zhao."
Hou Zhantian spoke, as he had met Zhao Qianqiu before.
Elder Zhao?
