Jiang Ding's gaze turned cold as he stared at the pure and innocent face of the Heaven Weaver.
Pure as water.
This was the first impression she gave people.
A deity of the Marriage Dao, yet pure and chaste, it was both incomprehensible and logical.
As a deity, she was multifaceted, every piece of incense fire she received was met with a Divine Sense response. She was ever-changing, appearing differently in the minds of various believers, yet in matters between men and women, she had never engaged in anything.
In marriage, the first time is precious, imbued with genuine expectations and power.
In her divine life, she had never encountered a worthy opponent to exhaust all her strength against, hence she never needed to do so.
At this moment, under Jiang Ding's gaze, the ever-changing form of the Heaven Weaver solidified into a fixed shape, perfectly aligning with his aesthetic ideal of female beauty.
