"Heaven-Saint Neo-Dawn," Zhou Yiyin, the Right Vice-Palace Master of the Incandescent Star Palace, respectfully called out, gathering the attention of these two galactic juggernauts, "If I may."
Wei Wuyin's eyes darted to the prim and properly dressed woman, comparable to a mature woman in her early thirties, exuding a charm of authority, duty, and cordial charisma resembling a merchant. Her long-hemmed, short-sleeved, dark blue robes, which lightly hugged her figure yet struck the perfect balance between femininity and modesty. Her azure-painted lips contained a cosmic beauty, as if stars had been plucked from the starry skies and placed within.
Seeing Wei Wuyin's curious gaze, she slowly blossomed with a tiny smile, her head slightly bent as she addressed him. Despite her status as the Right Vice-Palace Master of the Incandescent Star Palace, Wei Wuyin's strength, status, wealth, and talent far exceeded hers. He was no less important than a Zenith.
