"Holy Daughter, this is the portrait of the Jade Pool Saintess, Lin Qianyan, that you asked me to find. Please take a look."
Fan Ya gently unfurled the ink wash scroll in her hands. The ink on the scroll seemed to come to life, twisting slightly with the flow of Spiritual Qi, gradually coalescing into the image of an elegant and otherworldly Fairy.
The Fairy's face was exquisitely beautiful yet cold. Her eyebrows, like distant mountains, were slender and arched slightly upward. Below a high, straight nose were cherry-red lips, their pale hue reminiscent of newly bloomed cherry blossoms. Even as a mere painting, her beauty was breathtaking.
But—
A faint, almost imperceptible trace of melancholy lingered in this Fairy's eyes, as if her heart was burdened by a sorrow that would not fade.
Shang Miaoyan gazed quietly at the scroll, her deep eyes narrowing slightly.
