She was a woman in white, drifting like a falling leaf. Her face, as lovely as a white lotus, was exquisitely beautiful and otherworldly. Ethereal as a fairy and as fresh and elegant as an orchid in a remote valley, she inspired a feeling of purity.
One side of her dress had slipped down, revealing a large expanse of fair skin, as translucent and lustrous as fine jade. Soaked by the liquid of the Spirit Marrow Pool, her graceful curves were on full display, creating an alluring sight.
Rays of light, as white as the bright moon, emanated from her body, blooming with a mysterious radiance. She seemed like a celestial fairy descended from the nine heavens, so sacred that none would dare defile her.
Yet amidst this radiance, her eyes were shut tight and her brow was furrowed. Seated cross-legged in the Spirit Marrow Pool, she appeared to be in great pain.
