Qingyi barely needed a moment to realize that he wasn't the only one attracted by those flags.
On the horizon, inside that deep forest, he saw a pair of deep, golden eyes, shining like the reflection of gold, illuminating a face with skin as pale as snow, so beautiful and delicate that he believed his eyes were deceiving him.
In her thin, delicate arms, covered by sleeves so long they touched the ground, strangely unsoiled, she carried a sword comically large for her body, its blackened metal gleaming softly.
Her pure white hair was elegantly styled, a pair of golden horns decorating it, not unlike those sported by the patriarch of the dragon people.
She wore a luxurious, long white dress, with a neckline revealing a pair of pale, soft mountains, their size second only to that of Elize, Isabel and Ruxue; large, heavy, yet firm and full, swaying gently with every movement.
