Under the moonlight, a stunningly beautiful female cultivator stood on the clouds, exuding a cold and aloof aura.
Her moon-white dress was as thin as gauze, her jewelry jingling softly, resembling an immortal who had fallen to the mortal world from the Moon Palace, untouched by earthly fumes.
A gentle breeze arrived, fluttering the hem of her dress, outlining her proud curves, her skin fair and delicate, almost translucent under the moonlight.
Her gaze slightly shifted, her eyes flowing, as she spotted a large sea-blue bowl miles away, with a Golden Core cultivator sitting within it.
With just one glance, she sensed that familiar mana aura, as if born from the same source, naturally intimate.
"A lineage from the Heavenly River Dao that has drifted outside…"
The female cultivator wished to follow and inquire further, lifting her slender ankle, but ultimately gave up and stayed, watching the other leave.
