The depths of the sea, Cyan Nether Palace.
Though it was a palace, it contained worlds within, with layered pavilions and winding corridors encircling the courtyard, carved railings and vermilion windows. It was obviously deep underwater, yet celestial light shone down, bathed in vibrant hues.
Lu Chengfeng and the Vermilion Bird Taoist Lord sat in the hall, beside them an incense burner emitted a delicate fragrance.
Lu Chengfeng appeared no older than fifteen or sixteen years old, draped in a golden robe, with handsome features and eyes that seemed to encompass the birth and destruction of worlds, adding an inexplicable touch of mystique and allure.
He observed the woman opposite with a playful gaze, the Vermilion Bird Taoist Lord was a rare beauty among the Immortals in the Central Capital, with a red silk band on her forehead, a slender waist as fragile as wind, and a figure as enticing as ripe cherries, making her irresistible.
