The moonlight flowed like shimmering water.
Beneath the silver moon, Yu Zither Immortal was transcendent.
She was like a goddess descended from the Nine Heavens, her robes fluttering, possessing an indescribable, refined beauty that set her apart from the mortal world.
She was gorgeous, with delicate, gentle features. Her skin was whiter than frost, and she radiated a holy light, possessing a breathtaking kind of beauty.
She smiled faintly.
"Fang Yang, we meet again."
"I haven't formally congratulated you on transforming into the Kunpeng Spirit Body. Is it too late to do so now?"
She leaned forward slightly, her beautiful eyes blinking repeatedly.
It was clear that she wasn't the cold, aloof, green-robed immortal others imagined her to be.
On the contrary, she was quite lively.
"Thank you." Fang Yang nodded.
Fang Yang found himself subconsciously on guard against Yu Zither Immortal's unprompted kindness.
Seeing Fang Yang's reaction, Yu Zither Immortal just smiled.
