The smile was bright, resembling the blooming flowers of spring.
She gently stretched out her hand, her movement as soft as a breeze touching the petals, gently caressing Yang Xue'Er's belly with eyes full of anticipation and excitement, saying, "Ah, my little grandson is about to arrive; this is truly a great blessing bestowed upon our Qingfeng Pavilion by the heavens, like a brilliant star descending to earth." Yang Xue'Er blushed slightly, akin to a shy sunset glow on the horizon, as she bashfully smiled.
The smile was full of feminine grace and sweetness.
Seeing this, the seven Altar Masters of Qingfeng Pavilion stepped forward together, kneeling on one knee, their postures upright, cupping their fists in utmost respect and saying in unison, "Greetings, Young Pavilion Master!" Their voices loud and orderly, echoing through the courtyard of Qingfeng Pavilion.
