Yu Zither Immortal had arrived.
The day after she submitted her formal request for a meeting, Yu Zither Immortal took the initiative to visit Fang Yang under the pretext of discussing the combat dissolution of the Mansion Master of the Two Poles Villa.
This came as a bit of a surprise to Fang Yang.
If Sang Xiaowan hadn't personally brought her in, Fang Yang would have thought someone was playing a joke on him.
Yu Zither Immortal was tall and slender, dressed in an elegant purple palace gown.
She had a cascade of jet-black hair that fell to her waist.
Her eyelashes were long and thick. Her eyes were like the moon reflected in a well—calm, yet hinting at a reserved spirituality and mystery.
Her beauty was breathtaking, with skin as flawless as jade and white as snow.
'She appears gentle and elegant, but she's proud deep down. A classic iron fist in a velvet glove.'
This was Fang Yang's first impression of her.
I sized her up, and she sized me up in return.
