PREVIEW
... m darkened.
A flicker of flame appeared, and one by one, candles were lit.
Not far away, a figure emerged.
She wore a red robe, sitting quietly there.
A phoenix crown adorned her head, her face concealed by cascading beads.
One hand rested on the table, her skin fair and translucent.
The other hand lay by her side, equally fair and unstained by dust.
“Both hands show no signs of cultivation!” Yang Yan mused.
This indicated that the ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE