Tian Lei stepped onto the narrow stone path leading back to his immortal cave, the spirit mountain breeze brushing past his robes. Mist clung to the cliffs like old spirits unwilling to depart, and the air carried the faint scent of pine and distant frost.
As he rounded the final bend, he slowed.
Someone was waiting at the entrance.
A young woman stood poised beside the gate, her robes white with pale silver trim, drifting like snowfall around her. Her aura was soft—crystalline, refined—like a winter blossom blooming alone at the edge of a glacier. Elegant, but not overwhelming.
Hm, he mused, no matter how many cultivators I see in this world, I still get caught off guard sometimes.
He sighed inwardly, eyes narrowing slightly.
Thanks to cultivation, ugliness has long since gone extinct. Even someone this beautiful—if she were in my past world, she'd be a legendary goddess. But here? Just another pretty face in a crowd of divine-level beauties.
