Surrounded by immortal energy, this woman seemed like an Immortal descending from the ninth heaven.
Although Lin Feng was somewhat concerned for his safety at the moment,
he couldn't help but want to see what kind of beautiful face she would have.
"Is it Senior Mochou?" he asked softly.
But the woman, fairy-like, did not turn around.
"Something is off; she doesn't seem to be human," muttered Song Qian.
Lin Feng and Mu Wuxu nodded.
They too had begun to sense that something was amiss.
Her white garment was as pristine as snow, her beauty unparalleled,
her visage unmatched across the world.
Yet she never once looked back.
Lin Feng found it regrettable.
Her body began to slowly fade,
transforming into tiny, star-like specks of light.
"Is it a brand?" whispered Lin Feng.
Ultimately, those specks of light turned into a painting.
In the painting was a woman.
Though one could only see her side profile,
even just a side profile,
