A pair of eyes slowly opened.
Pure blue eyes, belonging to a woman whose face was still covered by a delicate veil.
Light pink lips—full and beautiful—parted slightly, letting out a soft sigh. A hand with slender fingers drifted upward, reaching for the fabric.
Calmly, she pulled the veil aside.
Light blue hair, the color of the sky, cascaded over her shoulders, silky and perfect, matching the exact shade of her eyes.
Her skin was pale and creamy, yet healthy in its glow, almost luminous beneath the strange light filtering through the leaves above.
That woman was Su Yuehan, daughter of the Divine Blacksmith.
It took her eyes a second to focus. Bringing her hand to her own dantian, she let out a long sigh.
Her Qi reserves sat below three percent, but her cultivation remained there, whole and intact.
Her gaze swept across the strangely colored sky, passing through the unique leaves of the tree that sheltered her.
She wanted to get up, but found she lacked the strength.
