Ji Qingzhu had already revealed her true appearance. Her faintly detached face was otherworldly and dreamlike, and her figure was slender and graceful. A form-fitting cloud-patterned precious garment outlined her exquisite and captivating physique, while a cascade of dark hair was casually pinned up, lending her an even more heroic and spirited air. Beneath the hem of her skirt, a pair of fair, rounded, and tender legs was exceptionally eye-catching.
If she were to display this appearance in public on an ordinary day, it would surely attract countless captivated gazes.
Pity that in this collapsing void, of the mere three people left, two were struggling bitterly and teetering on the verge of death, while the third was a woman about to be teleported away. Absolutely no one was around to appreciate her stunning beauty.
Chapter 102