This grandeur is not the worldly opulence, but a form of elegance that has weathered hardships, akin to the precipitation of a river of time, originating long ago, enduring and everlasting, flowing through the bloodline, timeless and indelible.
The woman's steps were light yet firm, every stride placed on the verge of the ethereal and the real, silently engraving the dignity and glory that originated from ancient bloodlines onto this realm.
Qin Yu's gaze naturally fell on her flawless, exquisite face, her eyes like deep pools, clear yet unfathomable, as if hiding stars within with every glance.
Her eyebrows were long and slender, like the elegant brush strokes of distant mountains, carrying a hint of grace and softness. Her nose was high and proud like a mountain peak, adding a touch of vitality to her demeanor. Her lips were naturally red, like petals moistened by morning dew, revealing white teeth as jade, sparkling with a pearl-like radiance.
