A young lady appeared, her delicate brows like distant mountains, her complexion like spring peaches, her skin like coagulated fat, and her lips like cherries.
In terms of appearance alone, she truly had a national beauty and heavenly fragrance.
However, when she raised her eyes, she saw through the Ten mile Long Lake in an instant, and her gaze was full of immortal disdain for the mundane world.
It seemed that the ordinary people under the heavens were far inferior to the white fox on her knee.
At least, this fox could make her gaze somewhat gentle and affectionate.
There was another person beside her, dressed as a maid, with curiosity in her eyes.
The small boat approached the corridor under the attention of a group of disciples.
Ding Ruoshui slowly relaxed her delicate brows and disembarked from the boat.
Lin Xiaosu also followed suit.
Step by step, they walked onto the embankment, heading towards the corridor.
Suddenly, with a swish, a folding fan opened.
