His voice deepened slightly, carrying a note of impatience that finally snapped the Emperor out of his captivated state, where he had been utterly mesmerized by Feng Jiu's unparalleled beauty.
"Ahem!"
Feeling a sense of unease, he pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly. He glanced at Pan's father, then turned his gaze back to the stunning woman in red. "Minister Pan," he began, his voice a little unsteady, "this young lady must be an Immortal, wouldn't you agree?"
Pan's father quickly wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. "I have not had the honour of meeting her before, Your Majesty, but given her presence here, it seems likely."
