Time is dust, passing in the blink of an eye.
Inside a small hut, a clear and lovely woman slept quietly. Her skin was as smooth as jade and her immortal bones possessed an ethereal temperament, like thin clouds veiling a bright moon or a gentle breeze brushing over jade blossoms; she was naturally exceedingly beautiful.
She slept on, her slender and exquisite figure remaining at rest while the remnant Saintly Herb in her abdomen continuously volatilized its medicinal power until her body became utterly flawless and immaculate.
Chapter 163