Lu Mingyuan stared into her tranquil, dark eyes, utterly astonished. He had finally seen the Shadow Scout's true face.
She had always hidden her face behind black cloth, just like him. He had assumed the Shadow Scout would be ugly; her voice alone was of the cold, icy type.
He never expected that in private, she would be a beauty with a melon-seed-shaped face, thin lips, and slender, willow-leaf brows—a classic ice queen, at that.
Her features bore some resemblance to Princess Jinwu, Luo Qiufu, as if they were sisters. But there were differences. The latter's face was softer and more delicate, her eyes larger, possessing a sweetness unique to a princess—a pitiful and moving beauty that left one wanting more.
The Shadow Scout, however, was the resolute type. Her gaze was frigid, and her brow held a sharp edge, as if she were a born Sword Cultivator. If she stared at you for too long, you might even feel a sense of fierce intimidation.
