All the stars in the sky seemed drawn into a single sleeve behind a strikingly beautiful woman.
There was silence in the hall for a moment.
As they came to their senses, people's expressions grew serious, and their gazes inevitably converged on two individuals.
One was a fairy in a black dress with stars on her sleeve, her eyes closed and silent, and the other was a young Confucian scholar, rinsing his index finger with wine, his expression placid.
Especially the former, whose violent fluctuations of spiritual energy couldn't be concealed from discerning eyes.
"This... this is the Heavenly Will Realm!"
"Is this the Nanshan Grade poetry!? It enlightens one directly to ascend to the Heavenly Will, to the Heavenly Will Realm, saving most cultivators at least sixty years."
