With that frivolous voice, a silhouette slowly emerged from the palace at the top of the Immortal Mountain.
The figure was two meters tall, corpulent, resembling a mountain of flesh, with his face so full of excess flesh that the entire person looked extremely bloated.
A pair of narrow eyes, flickering with a strange green light, stared intently at Ye Wuxian, as if emitting a curious, lascivious vibration, spreading a bewildering force that assaulted the Immortal Soul from within, striking towards Ye Wuxian.
But Ye Wuxian, clad in a red dress that stirred without wind, exuded an ascending charm, her presence lofty and ethereal as if a mystical silhouette sat behind her, towering and commanding, visible only as a silhouette yet quelling any thoughts of resistance.
