C766 I Admit Defeat!

The woman stood motionless on the platform, her stillness a stark contrast to the Saintess. She exuded a serene tranquility, like a maiden in repose. Unmoving, she might easily go unnoticed, yet the slightest gesture from her would irresistibly draw the eyes of the Surrounding Soul Cultivators.

The Saintess, in comparison, was as frigid as ice and as aloof as a plum blossom in winter