As this captivating voice rang out.
Lu Yuan saw Zhao Qiao'Er stepping down from a horse-drawn carriage.
Compared to her frail state just a few days ago, Aunt Zhao's complexion was much, much better today.
She was perhaps still a little pale, but she was hardly any different from a healthy person.
It seemed the remedy Daoist Longchuan had provided was quite effective.
'Aunt Zhao was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous today.'
She wore a black cloak, her long hair exquisitely coiled at the back of her head.
A perky, fine nose, and plump, cherry-red lips.
It was hard to imagine this was a thirty-five-year-old woman.
'After all, this world wasn't the same as Earth. On Earth, as living conditions improved, some people didn't even look old at sixty. They could pass for someone in their forties or fifties. But in the resource-scarce Divine Ling Empire, people in their thirties and forties often looked like wizened old folks.'
