A woman with a mane of silver hair and donning pure-white robes walked elegantly out of the void. In that instant, all of space fell silent for a moment.

At just barely sixteen years old, she was extraordinarily beautiful—in fact, all possible descriptors for charm seemed insufficient to describe her. She was in human form, as she wasn’t an entity that took the form of whoever was looking at her, but her appearance seemed to fulfill all standards of beauty across the various species beneath the heavens.

Even members of other species would be captivated by her allure. There was a special bearing about her that perfectly interpreted all possible renditions of beauty within the world.

The little fox… Tushan!

Troublemaker Tushan!

Luo Houluo stared dumbly...