Qianye Ying’er was standing on the other side of the profound ark. She was staring at a different but equally vast star region of darkness.

Chi Wuyao paused for a moment when she walked over and saw Qianye Ying’er.

Her golden hair and the sash of her skirt were fluttering slightly in midair. The secular world often used the idiom “as beautiful as a painting” to praise beautiful women, but even the side view of this particular woman could never be captured or described by ...