Chapter 827

Ye Chen looked up toward the sky. A graceful figure in white robes came flying down. Seeing her, Ye Chen froze, his gaze fixed and utterly stunned. Her white dress fluttered in the wind, the hem rising and falling. Her ethereal eyes were profoundly tranquil, and her cold, aloof silhouette exuded an otherworldly air. Her attire was as white as snow, her hair as dark as ink. She stood tall and elegant, a vision of fluid, magnificent beauty. Her slightly uptilted face was delicate and crystalline, her calm, gentle black eyes overflowing with an unruffled indifference, yet as unfathomable as the deep sea.