Yan Rumeng's beauty was flawless, her figure graceful and without blemish.
Her skin was as white as congealed fat, smooth and slippery like pastry.
Dressed in a pink skirt, her long black hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her curvy hips and slender waist like a willow. Her rounded legs were long and delicate, as white and refined as porcelain.
Yan Rumeng was the epitome of perfection, her aura tinged with a hint of coolness and ethereal grace.
If one did not know her identity, they would never guess that she was a woman of the demon race.
She was as pure as a celestial being.
"That aura definitely signifies a tremendous opportunity," Yan Rumeng thought to herself, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of enchanting brilliance.
That hint of enchantment seemed to contradict Yan Rumeng's own temperament.
...
About half a day passed.
The entire Xiangu Daohu began to boil, the resonance power growing increasingly fierce.
Jun Xiaoyao was patient, waiting.