44, Zhao Douan: You are all surrounded by me

A priest from the Heavenly Master Mansion?

Zhao Douan was invigorated, his expectations maxed out.

If he were to say what intrigued him about this world, aside from the measurements of the Empress, the second most intriguing thing would be the "Magician."

Looking up, the night was a tide approaching, and nearby flocks of birds took flight.

In the courtyard, the space twisted and squirmed as if a skilled painter, out of thin air, outlined the golden contours of a figure, a translucent girl gradually becoming clearer.

Manifesting into reality:

She wore a well-tailored, dark priest robe with golden embroidery, petite and delicately proportioned, her hair slightly curled at the ends.

Her pale face had scattered eyes without focus, making her seem somewhat distracted.

Her garments fluttered, boots hovering in the air, just enough to compensate for her height difference.