The scripture chanter lowered her head, the holiness she had displayed beneath the mask completely vanished. Instead, she looked like a beautiful statue, possessing a touch of charm.
"Truly, a beauty as fine as jade."
Chu Ying was deeply moved. Gazing at the scripture chanter now, he suddenly felt that, in the days before his transmigration, his ancestors had always launched campaigns into the Western Regions not just for the sake of raisins.
Chapter 630