Pangu's Great Thousand World, within Penglai Immortal Island which is as beautiful as a fairyland, sat the Wangshu Fairy, her brows as delicate as ink, her eyes bright, and her beauty reminiscent of a lotus flower emerging from the water. Alone in a small pavilion at the center of the Lotus Pond, there seemed to be a hint of worry on her flower-like face, as if burdened with concerns.
"Master's Wife, are you thinking of Master again?"
Suddenly, a voice as melodious as a hundred birds chirping came through, and a peerless beauty dressed in a holy, snow-white skirt, her black hair flowing with the breeze, approached lightly from above the Lotus Pond with a grace that defied description.
Wangshu raised her head slightly and glanced at the approaching Yulian Fairy and said, "Lian'er, just now my heart suddenly felt a strong throbbing. Has something happened to your Master?"
