Dressed in a white gown and plain skirt, her radiant and ethereal aura was still impossible to conceal. Although it had been a long time since they had last met, that charm of hers remained unchanged. It had been nearly five years since he transmigrated here. Aside from Yan Qingwu, Wang Mu had not yet fully seen the true faces of the other heroines.
Yan Qingwu possessed a unique charm.
She was beautiful, but those who looked at her often overlooked her cold beauty, her features and figure, only to be intimidated by her formidable aura.
Especially her eyes, which were serene and plain.
Yet, when they looked at her, almost any Cultivator would feel as if she were looking at them like trash. This inexplicably gave rise to a sense of self-loathing, and even a strange hint of excitement...
It inspired awe and fear.
