Feng Xinyue remained as peerlessly beautiful as ever, her face untouched by the passage of time. Despite her many years, she looked no older than thirty. Her golden robes lent her an air of nobility and majesty, like a wise empress. She looked both graceful and approachable.2

Even someone like Long Chen couldn’t help but feel naturally inferior in her presence. She exuded a certain grandness that others could only look up to.1

Feng Xinyue’s grandeur came from the depths of her soul, not like the fake one put on by the likes of Qian Renxue. Feng Xinyue’s grace came from within, as naturally as if she stood in the heavens, while others remained grounded.4

What shocked Long Chen most was his inability...1