She was in You Huang Valley, where a stone-paved path led to a tranquil pool that reflected the starlit night sky. She stood there, a perfect complement to the serene night, creating a breathtaking scene.
No matter how boisterous the world around her, she always exuded a quiet, profound aura, like a night rose blooming in the stillness, radiating a splendor all its own. She needed no words. Her very existence was a story—an allure impossible to ignore.
She grew quieter with age. The whole party seemed to be that way, growing more silent as everyone lost their initial excitement. But to the young girl Mi Sheng, she couldn't be very old—she was far too beautiful. Thirty at most, perhaps. Yet who could have imagined that the Nine-tailed Fox had already been in her twenties when she arrived at the Third Celestial Realm? Now, thirty or forty years had passed, and she still hadn't aged much. Such was the depth of her foundation.
