As Bai Xiaosheng walked over, the doors of the great hall split to either side, ushering in a flurry of people.
Dozens of individuals surrounded a beautiful woman, even Zhang Xuan had a full smile on his face, following by her side.
The beauty, roughly in her twenties, approached in a white gown, moving elegantly with grace, standing tall like a lotus rising from the water.
Her face, lightly made up, radiated a charm that was at once captivating, demure, dignified, and remarkably approachable. Her eyes and brows were impeccably refined; her smiling eyes were like crescent moons, her nose delicate, and her lips petite. Her figure was proportioned to such perfection that an ounce more would make her seem plump, an ounce less, too thin; she was flawlessness incarnate.
Especially her skin, so soft and fair, appeared like flawless white jade.
