Jiang Fan heard the voice and raised his eyes toward the end of the stairs. A figure in a long cyan silk dress came into view. She was surprisingly tall. In the gentle breeze, the silk dress clung to her body, accentuating a pair of long, straight legs. With her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen and her back perfectly straight, she exuded the elegance of a lone swan on a lake.
Jiang Fan's pupils constricted, his heart skipping a beat. He felt the exact same way he had when he first met the Old Dream Demon Emperor. However, as his gaze fell upon her face, his eyes quickly regained their composure.
It was an elderly face. Wrinkles and age spots covered every inch of her features. Silver strands of hair cascaded down her back, fluttering lonely in the wind. She was, in fact, a white-haired old woman. She must have been a beauty of unparalleled grace in her youth. A trace of pity welled up in Jiang Fan's heart; he had missed the blooming of a magnificent flower.
