In a corner of the giant ship, a woman in a silver palace dress was standing quietly.
This woman had an extraordinary and untainted appearance, with a slight chilliness in her expression.
It was Ye Tianmei, who had arrived from the Wild Land on a giant sea-crossing ship decades ago, and eventually joined the Taqing Sect as a guest elder.
On her back was a two-foot-long silver sword, with a crescent-shaped inscription on the hilt, and the blade adorned with flowing silver patterns, the entire sword shimmering as if waves were running across it. It was clearly a highly coveted treasure.
From time to time, there were fervent glances sweeping over from nearby, most of which came from male cultivators drawn by her beauty.
Ye Tianmei seemed oblivious to the attention, her ethereal eyes gazing into the distant void, lost in thought.
