The scent of a thousand blossoming cherry trees and divine orchids filled the arena, a fragrance so pure and intoxicating it seemed to cleanse the soul. Then, petals of pure, pink light began to drift down from the transparent ceiling, each one a manifestation of a profound and beautiful law.
From this shower of light and fragrance, a figure materialized on the stage. A woman of such impossible, heart-stopping beauty that the entire arena seemed to hold its collective breath.
She wore ethereal robes that seemed woven from moonlight and dawn, and her eyes, the color of twilight amethyst, held a playful and ancient yet dangerous light. This was Xingxing, the Goddess of Beauty and Refinement.
She glanced over the stunned audience with a look of mild amusement before her gaze landed on Lin Mo. She gave him a not-so-furtive wink that made his heart skip a beat.
