Aboard the Spiritual Giant Wheel of the Xuanyuan Dao Sect.
Beneath the flickering candlelight, a silver-haired young woman leaned against a jade table, slowly letting the robe slip from one of her shoulders.
The Copper Mirror reflected her skin, as fine and flawless as white jade. Every inch was breathtakingly beautiful.
However, the perfect image was marred by a black and red Curse Seal. The seal rested silently where her neck met her shoulder, resembling the wing of a shattered butterfly and adding a touch of sinister allure to her exquisite back.
Qing Yueqiu lowered her gaze. Her long eyelashes, like butterfly wings tinged with pink, trembled softly, as if silently expressing the sorrow in her heart.
Her fingertips slowly traced the half-butterfly-wing Curse Seal on the back of her neck. It was bone-chillingly cold to the touch, as if detached from her body heat, carrying a chill that could not be dispelled.
