She was dressed in a snow-white Flowing Immortal Long Skirt, her silken hair cascading freely. Though a light veil obscured her face, her features seemed shrouded in a rosy mist, making it impossible to see them clearly.
Her figure was slender and graceful, with skin like jade—like a Fairy from Guanghan Palace walking the mortal realm, otherworldly and transcendent.
"Qi Heng, why do you so brazenly accuse me of colluding with the Blood Immortal Sect?" Ling Zhuyun asked as soon as she entered the hall.
Her voice was even, as enchanting as celestial music. It was like a warm breeze caressing the heart, plucking at its strings, possessing a strange, magical power that could soothe the soul.
The hall, which had been buzzing with heated debate, fell instantly silent upon her arrival.
The few youths who had just been berating Qi Heng now wore smiles of admiration. They looked toward Ling Zhuyun, thinking, 'She must have heard what we said in her defense.'
