The people of Silver City froze at a single glance across the courtyard. Especially Xiao Fengwu, whose eyes suddenly blazed with an extraordinary, scorching intensity! It wasn't just him; the six elders, despite their advanced age, and the Seven Swords of Silver City, could not help but show expressions of undeniable awe. Even the mentally unstable Xiao Han, at this moment, wore a look of slack-jawed astonishment.

The two charging horses bore two young women, one clad in white and the other in green. The green-clad girl was perhaps less remarkable; any discerning eye could tell her face was disguised. Though her figure was graceful, her complexion was dark, far from lovely. Only her lively eyes, bright as the autumn waters, darted about with curiosity, like a young maiden venturing out for the first time, full of pure wonder and an utterly adorable innocence.

Despite the obvious disguise, the crowd involuntarily overlooked it.

The true cause of their collective astonishment was the sight of the woman on the second horse, dressed in white.

That snow-white attire, hair like dark clouds, and perfectly sculpted features captivated them. But as everyone instinctively tried to focus on her face, they found themselves incapable of summoning the courage to look too closely at such unparalleled majesty. Before her transcendent purity, any other woman, no matter how beautiful or peerless, would only inspire one feeling: profound inadequacy.

"She is like the bright, serene moon in the heavens—spreading its cool radiance across the earth, yet forever beyond reach. Distant yet gracefully composed! As if a celestial maiden had descended from the Nine Heavens into the mundane world."

Her figure was perfectly proportioned, yet similarly, the observers could only grasp the beauty of her form without truly discerning its exact nature or how that perfection was achieved. Any vocabulary used to describe mortal women would seem startlingly pale and powerless when applied to her.

The beauty of this woman in white clearly transcended description!

Only found in heaven, belonging not to the mortal world!

A beauty so monstrously exceptional that the phrase "toppling kingdoms and cities" seemed trivial. For this woman, not just a kingdom or a city, but perhaps the entire Profound Continent itself, would be willingly surrendered... this thought resonated within everyone present.

She seemed naturally shrouded in a mysterious veil, like mist clinging to peonies or flowers viewed through fog—hazy yet utterly distinct, intensely clear yet impossible to fully grasp. This sensation drew a collective sigh from every observer: So, such beauty truly exists in this world!

It was consummate grace, absolute splendor. The moment she appeared on the road, the setting sun seemed to halt its descent, extending one final beam of radiant light purely for this rare vision of the woman in white.

The instant she dismounted, standing poised on the ground, the setting sun's glorious rays behind her suddenly dimmed, and the very earth beneath her feet seemed instantly imbued with an indescribable radiance. Though she was young and had not yet openly acknowledged it, and fearful of repeating the awkwardness that befell Sister Shi Yi, if things proceeded smoothly, Xiao Fengwu was destined to be the man by her side for life.

Although this approach was somewhat self-deceptive, no one in Silver City ever questioned it. After all, bringing in an outsider as a consort would inevitably lead to power struggles within Silver City, a concern that must be addressed for generations to come.

Truthfully, Han Yanmeng held neither strong liking nor dislike for this Senior Brother. She was mostly adrift in youthful ambiguity. But today, seeing Xiao Fengwu fawn so earnestly over a woman he had just met made the young girl find it amusing yet also slightly uncomfortable. What followed, however—his demanding that she move aside—was a stark reversal of his usual attentive care toward her, as if he feared offending the newcomer if she didn't yield her seat.

And none of the elder members of the Xiao family stepped forward to intervene!

This man is truly something else!

How could this sudden turn of events not leave the little girl immensely wronged? She tilted her head, deciding to pretend she hadn't heard anything. You can be as subservient as you like; dragging me into your nonsense? Who do you think you are? Who's paying attention to you!

"Junior Sister, please move aside..." Xiao Fengwu anxiously glanced at Han Yanmeng, then fearfully at the woman in white, genuinely terrified she might be angered and leave abruptly. He called out again, his voice laced with entreaty.

"Fengwu! How are you speaking to the Little Princess?" Mu Xuetong could not bear to watch and barked out in anger.

This sharp reprimand finally alerted the Silver City leaders to the conflict brewing there. Seeing Xiao Fengwu's demeanor, it was clear the direct descendant of the Xiao family was experiencing an instant, powerful infatuation with the woman in white.

Han Yanmeng felt even worse. She, who was accustomed to being the most doted-upon favorite, could not tolerate this. When the elders who usually cherished her remained silent in her support, she couldn't help but pout, wrinkle her nose, stomp her small foot, and stand up in fury. "Xiao Fengwu, well done! I truly see you clearly today!" She rushed angrily to Mu Xuetong's side, leaning against him with piteous dependence, tears immediately welling up.

"My lady, please be seated. Heh heh... We are simple mountain dwellers, forgive any rudeness. I will personally brew tea for you shortly..." Xiao Fengwu acted as if he hadn't heard Han Yanmeng's words at all. With surprising swiftness, he wiped down Han Yanmeng's chair again, his face beaming with eagerness.

"In that case, we thank this young master," a flicker of subtle contempt crossed the green-clad girl's eyes. The two women walked over gently. As they passed, everyone felt a wave of fragrance, bringing a moment of hard-to-define contentment.

Throughout the entire exchange, the woman in white had not spoken a single word, nor did she display any particular expression.

"Not at all, not at all, heh heh. I am Xiao Fengwu; may I dare ask the honored surnames and given names of you two young ladies?" Xiao Fengwu rubbed his hands, his face alight with deference, clearly utterly besotted.

The green-clad girl's nimble eyes flickered once. "My elder sister’s surname is Mei, and I... I am also named—"

"Mei? A truly fine surname. Mei... Heh heh. Plum blossoms, orchids, and bamboo—the three friends of winter. In the severe cold, the plum blossoms bloom with supreme nobility, first in resilience, first in lofty character. My lady is refreshing and otherworldly, a celestial being, matched perfectly with such an auspicious name. Truly... truly..." Xiao Fengwu spoke with admiration, but sputtering on "truly, truly" until he ran out of words.

"Mei?" The Seven Swords of Silver City and the other six elders all shuddered at the sound of that single syllable. The surname itself was unremarkable, but having just returned from the Southlands, having witnessed the earth-shattering power of Elder Mei in the Heavenly Punishment Forest, they all held a lingering, deep-seated dread regarding the name "Mei."

"May I ask the ladies their celestial origins? In my decades traversing the world, I know countless people, yet I rarely meet talents as outstanding as the lady in white. Perhaps she is the descendant of an old acquaintance of mine," Xiao Buyu stroked his beard and chuckled, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

"We sisters are from Tianxiang. Our family is in commerce," the woman in white still remained silent, concentrating solely on tasting the premium 'Snow Tea,' perfectly still. It was still the green-clad girl who answered.

"Two single women traveling the world alone—it seems you two must possess extraordinary skills," Xiao Buyu grew increasingly suspicious the more he looked. These two women displayed absolutely no signs of cultivation arts, yet he, a grand master standing just shy of the Supreme level, felt an inexplicable tightening in his chest.

If these two women could truly conceal their cultivation so flawlessly under his very nose, how immense must their true strength be? Was that even possible?

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