Dressed in a crisp white gown, her figure swift as the wind, sleeves billowing with pride, she stood atop the brilliance.
She was an elegant woman, akin to a celestial being descending to the mortal realm—drifting, ethereal, and solitary.
In the midst of the brilliance, all eyes were on her, as if the radiance atop the Guangming Summit blossomed solely for her.
A mere silhouette, a mere profile, caused numerous onlookers to hesitate, their minds entranced.
Serene as a virgin, yet forceful as a storm, she exuded an overwhelming aura.
"Such a beautiful woman, such a picturesque scene."
"This woman belongs only in the heavens; how rare for her grace to grace our mortal realm."
"The goddess leads; we are humbled in our words."
Countless men, in that moment, silently gazed at the woman in white.
Her face was veiled in blue, just a glance from her eyes left hearts enchanted.
Her regal presence rivaled that of a sovereign.