As soon as everyone saw Shen Qinghe, they knew the rumors were not false; Shen Qinghe was indeed very beautiful.
She was dressed in the simplest white disciple's clothing, her hair done up in the standard Female Crown Hairstyle. Apart from a White Rope wrapped around her wrist, she wore no other adornments. Yet, the birthmark between her brows, searing like fire with occasional frost and snow fluttering down from it, was strangely dynamic.
Her aura was pure, her gaze clear, untouched by even a speck of dust, as if a heavenly maiden had descended from the Ninth Heaven to the mortal realm.
The number of female cultivators who had come to the Black River Secret Realm today was already small, and a beauty like Shen Qinghe was truly one of a kind. For a moment, everyone was spellbound.
