Going as a perfect pair with her lustrous, wavy, snow-white hair that reaches all the way down her waist are those bright, amethyst-purple pupils within her almond-shaped eyes, her gaze holding what seems to be decades of experience and wisdom that wouldn't shy away even from the most knowledgeable existences of the empire, or rather, of the vast land that holds said empire.
As if to complement those eyes perfectly, those eyes hold long lashes bearing the same color as her voluminous hair, rising further above said lashes are eyebrows that resemble a passage the young man is all too familiar with through his almost entire life, that is spent on cultivation and the culture around it.
'Eyebrows that are like the willow leaves in the warm, fresh early spring.'
And separating the eyes the holds those fair, elegant brows is a cute, straight nose that will evoke adoration from anyone who bears witness to it, trailing just a little bit below the tip of said object of adoration are small, youthful pink lips, the seemingly wet, or rather, naturally glistening texture of hers tempting not only men, but women too, to wonder just how will those lips feel to the touch.
And going with this small, enchanting face is her hourglass body, her mature, womanly charms showing even despite the thick clothing obscuring everything but her face, said thick clothing seemingly working the opposite way as it just helps to accentuate her curves all the more, like a river that widens where it needs to and tightens where it should.
This makes her an extreme wonder of creation, as everything about her, everything of her entire being, not only her face or body, but also the air around her, will, with a near certainty, always make one wonder whether she is truly someone who should be in a world like this.
What one might find funny is that, despite even Argus himself, even with all of his experiences and all of the sights he had seen as he traversed the firmament step by step, he will admit to it that this lady is one of the most attractive women that he had ever met, and yet even despite all that…
"' t's the heart!! When your heart beats the loudest, that's when you know that you're standing face to face with the most beautiful woman in the world!!'
Recalling the words of his fierce-looking, yet ever so amorous friend, the swordsman couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on his face as he thought of a question that he knew he could never ask that friend of the past again.
'I wonder, Old Chen, is it really like you say it is?'
He wonders as he drives his senses inside his body, no, he doesn't even need to at this point, as he can feel it all too clearly, the heart, the heart that was supposed to beat the fastest, the hardest, when he's met with who is possibly the most beautiful woman in the entirety of the Kyrios Empire, quite possibly the entire world, still beats as how it should, vigorous, powerful, yet all too calm.
One might say that perhaps, according to this swordsman's friend, even if the lady in front of him is truly beautiful beyond words, she still isn't the most beautiful lady in the world, but what right would other people have to declare said words as a fact when someone whose experienced millennia of life, someone who had seen through more than just this world, will claim otherwise?
True, it might be a fact that his heart is all too calm when facing this beauty, but while it might be a fact that part of the reason is because of all the experience he had accumulated during his long, long life as Xing Yuandao, it is also undeniable that the very lady herself is part of the reason why he is feeling calm, or rather, serene, right now, as if her very existence itself is a beacon that makes anyone, or at the very least, this young man, feel at peace when they are around her.
What would, however, point to this being the case of the latter, only the young man, being calm around her presence, than the former, is the fact that she doesn't seem to take that faint smile of his in a positive light, her eyebrows furrowing making not a threatening nor intimidating, but rather, an adorable look as her gentle, cold and calm voice resounds across the large, near empty office room.
"If you're also here just to gawk at my face as every single man who came here does, then I suggest, just like them, that you get lost immediately, lest you provoke me more than you already do."
Hearing her words, Argus couldn't help but snap out of his reminiscing daze, the faint smile never leaving his face as he just felt all the more certain about something as he heard this lady's words.
'She's exactly the same as I remember.'
Those thoughts pop into his mind for a moment before he finally decides to reply to her previous words, the hostile air around her more than enough to deter anyone who tries their chance to push further, trying to impress her, but not this young man, not now, perhaps not even in the far future as well.
"Forgive the transgression, Lady Arcana, I am—"
"I know, I know who you are, young man, you're that kid, Arthur's son, aren't you?"
Before he can even finish his words, the lady already cuts him short, her melodious voice seemingly filled with impatience as she feels like she could no longer deal with this young man; annoyance just appears to be growing in her by the moment as they continue to talk.
"—I am, yes, I am, but—"
"Then that's all that I need to know, boy, and whatever it is that you want to say, your status as that kid's son won't be of any help at all; that kid, even if he's stronger now, he still respects me after all."
'Yeah, she's indeed the same as I remember.'
He thought once again as his words were cut off for the second time in a row, already feeling quite annoyed as ever since his rise to power as a Grand Dao Sage, no, perhaps even before that, when he rose to infamy being a destroyer of realms, there was never a single soul who dare cut him off right in the middle of his words.
'You died, Xing Yuandao, you're no longer the sage who stands on top of the highest pedestal in the firmament, have some patience.'
He repeatedly told himself as he kept that same smile over his face, the only thing keeping him together is that he knows for a fact that this lady isn't doing this thing with malicious purpose, only acting like this to deter him, the same way she does for every single male, perhaps even some female visitors, who tries to meet her without any particular purpose like this.
Still, despite him trying his best to hold back, the young man couldn't help but let out an intent tempered not only with time and experience, but with endless battle and slaughter as well, something that cannot be gifted or born with as it is a sword tempered through eternally pitting oneself towards the truly brutal path, walking on the edge while dancing with death itself.
"Would you mind letting me finish my words first, Lady Arcana?"