Yu Zither Immortal was tall and slender, her elegant and classic beauty accentuated by a purple palace gown.
Her jet-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, reaching all the way to her waist.
She had long, thick eyelashes, and her eyes were like the moon reflected in a well—calm, yet hinting at a subtle spirituality and mystery.
Her features were stunning, her skin as fair as snow, her form as elegant as carved jade.
At this moment, she blinked her alluring eyes, a hint of complaint in her voice. "My master has wanted to see you for a long time, and you're only showing up now."
Fang Yang stepped forward and pulled her into his embrace, whispering, "That's why I'm here now, to make amends, isn't it?"
