May 17th, overcast.
Suitable for setting nets, marriage.
Avoid breaking ground, repairing.
The rain continues to fall.
Fine drizzle falls like silver threads, drifting through the sky.
The buildings around the Yin Gui Sect are shrouded in gray, and the trees along the riverbank become misty shadows in the rain, like a splash of ink painting, tranquil and distant.
Yin Queen Zhu Yu Yan sits in this picturesque scene, seemingly becoming part of it too.
Time has not left any traces on her face; from any angle, she appears youthful, just a few years older than Wan Wan.
Her elegant brows extend sharply to her temples, her eyes black as lacquer, full of spirit, possessing a figure that can captivate many men. Her skin, like flawless white jade, is delicate and fair, truly stunning.
And yet, this beauty has already died, passing away in this mountain forest, before the grave of the Evil King Shi Zhixuan.
