The hem of the skirt flowed with starlight, as if the Milky Way was hidden within it as it swayed. Her black hair was loosely held up by a single jade hairpin, revealing a neck as graceful as jade. Her brows and eyes carried both the clarity of a young girl and the majesty of someone long in power.
Just one glance gave Ji Yuan a certain feeling.
This woman must have a noble background!
But that was the extent of it, because after a brief gaze, Ji Yuan withdrew his eyes.
On the journey of cultivation, the allure of women.
Ji Yuan had seen countless times before.
Simple appearance alone could hardly move him anymore.
"Zi Qi, greetings, Daoist friend."
The woman in the purple skirt slightly cupped her fists toward Ji Yuan and offered a bow.
Watching this scene, Ji Yuan also retracted the Partridge Armor displayed on his body and then stood up to return the salute, saying:
"Ji Yuan greets Daoist Zi."
After exchanging greetings, they fell into an awkward silence.
