"Ji Li is dead?" Mo Wuji muttered.
The image of that absolute beauty floated in front of his eyes. Her beauty still shines through even after she turned thin and haggard from being sealed in the immortal sealing array for countless years.
And that pair of eyes which leaves one breathless. Mo Wuji believed that if Ji Li straightened herself slightly, she would be the most beautiful woman that she met.
Mo Wuji had seen plenty of beautiful women. The Sage Nun and Yi Shuang were also extremely beautiful. However, those women give him the impression of high and lofty beings. Only Ji Li and her intellectual beauty allowed him to feel a sort of fireworks. She was truly a piece of art.
