While Baihu and the man were looking at Chen Tian with a shocked gaze, Chen Tian was cautiously observing them in return.
Chen Tian's expression was calm and composed, giving no indication of the churning storm of emotions within. Under his composed exterior, Chen Tian's mind raced.
In front of him stood a woman, though "woman" seemed an unfit term.
Her eyes gleamed, resembling polished moonstones. Her hair, the color of freshly fallen snow, flowed down her back, accented by streaks of startling blue, like veins of an enchanted glacier.
A flowing robe, the color of twilight, cascaded around her, shimmering with an otherworldly sheen.
Bronze armor plates adorned her shoulders and thighs. They were intricately etched with swirling patterns and had blue accents that mirrored the sapphire strands in her hair. The plates flowed seamlessly into the robe, creating a breathtaking fusion of elegance and protection.
«Baihu»
