Perhaps it was because Yu Yun Shang's brother, Feather Transformation King, was too outstanding.
In strength and beauty, he was one in a million.
Under such influence, Yu Yun Shang simply looked down upon every other man.
Even the talents from the Desolate Ancient Families, the inheritors of the Ancient Sacred Land, and the disciples of the Immortal Great Teachings, in her view, were just that.
None could compare to her brother.
Yu Yun Shang was even worried whether, after her standards had risen, there would still be any man who could catch her eye.
But at this moment, gazing at the figure stepping onto Lingxiao, Yu Yun Shang was in a daze.
Jun Xiaoyao appeared like an Exiled Immortal descending upon the world, with fluttering sleeves, peerless and ethereal.
His features were like those of an ancient carving, his brows and eyes were gracefully open, and his divine presence was elegant.
