A light breeze stirred the lake, lifting the lotus leaves while gently fluttering the sashes around the slim waist of the woman and a few strands of hair by her face.
"Lord, Lu Qingshan has arrived," the middle-aged cultivator respectfully reported to the figure of the woman before consciously retreating.
Lu Qingshan's brows slightly drew together as he bowed to the woman standing by the lakeshore, neither humble nor arrogant, "Lu Qingshan pays respect to Lord."
The woman turned around, revealing a face that was bewitchingly beautiful.
Her lips were plump, and her eyes, the proud and imposing phoenix eyes, were even more charming than the lotus flowers.
Xia Daojing's gaze collided squarely with Lu Qingshan's in the air, neither shying away as they closely scrutinized each other.
After a longer look, Lu Qingshan had to admit that this princess of Taiping Palace was very beautiful; even compared to Xia Daoyun, she was not the least bit inferior.
