In a richly and elegantly furnished pavilion, Fang Cheng and Qiuyu Tan sat facing each other. The table between them was laden with a dazzling array of delectable Spiritual Cuisine.
Qiuyu Tan had changed into a simple celadon-green long dress that revealed her every curve. She was elegant and charming, the graceful lines of her dress hinting at her long, shapely legs.
Her skin was fairer than fresh snow, as flawless as white jade. Her clear, limpid eyes, with their sharp contrast of black and white, bore a striking resemblance to her sister, Qiu Wen Si.
Just sitting there, she projected an ethereal, otherworldly air, exuding a free-spirited and graceful charisma.
Despite the simplicity of her celadon-green dress, which bore no exquisite or luxurious adornments, she seemed to be surrounded by a thousand colorful silks, making her radiantly beautiful.
