The sound of Yunteng's voice had barely faded when a figure hurried forward to greet him.
It was a woman dressed in a simple, coarse cloth tunic, wearing no jewelry of any kind. Yet this could not conceal her extraordinary grace and bearing. Her presence was so striking that anyone standing nearby would find their gaze naturally drawn to her, suggesting she must have been a peerless beauty in her youth.
The only pity was that her eyes, which should have been as gentle as autumn ripples, appeared somewhat vacant, and the expression on her face was unnatural.
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