Xu Wendong's gaze was irresistibly drawn, like a magnet, to that enchanting figure walking towards him as if emerging from a dream.
She moved with grace, each step as light as if treading on a path carefully crafted by moonlight, surrounded by an aura that felt both dreamy and illusionary.
Her dress was a deep red, resembling the most brilliant nebulae in the night sky—mysterious and dazzling.
The hem of her dress swayed gently in the wind, like a rose blooming deep in the night, exuding an enticing and mysterious charm, each movement telling an ancient and captivating story.
Embroidered with golden threads on the dress were intricate and exquisite Blood Clan Runes, like living sprites flickering with a mysterious glow.
As she moved, the runes danced gracefully on the hem, flowing with spirit, adding an air of extreme elegance and unfathomable mystery to her presence.
Her features were exquisitely crafted, like the heavens' most cherished masterpiece.
