Die Luowu, having stepped down from the stage, shed her thin garments in her room.
Her ample bosom strained the white bird embroidered on her stomacher, making it seem almost unable to take flight. Her long, snow-white legs were as captivating as white jade, her entire figure appearing celestial.
The maid who served Die Luowu, her face flushed, said, "Senior Sister, you truly have a divinely sculpted physique. If men were to see it, they'd be utterly spellbound."
"Heh, those people don't care much for appearances," Die Luowu replied, a wistful expression crossing her beautiful face.
Three thousand years ago, the Demon Abyss's invasion had seemed like a minor encroachment on a small part of the territory governed by Flower Fairy Valley, one that was quickly repelled. In reality, however, the impact of that invasion was far from simple.
