Was it you that night?

As soon as everyone saw Shen Qinghe, they knew the rumors were not false; Shen Qinghe was indeed very beautiful.

She was dressed in the simplest white disciple’s clothing, her hair done up in the standard Female Crown Hairstyle. Apart from a White Rope wrapped around her wrist, she wore no other adornments. Yet, the birthmark between her brows, searing like fire with occasional frost and snow fluttering down from it, was strangely dynamic.

Her aura was pure, her gaze clear, untouched by even a speck of dust, as if a heavenly maiden had descended from the Ninth Heaven to the mortal realm.

The number of female cultivators who had come to the Black River Secret Realm today was already small, and a beauty like Shen Qinghe was truly one of a kind. For a moment, everyone was spellbound.

Xiao Chen disliked the infatuated looks that the male cultivators were giving Shen Qinghe. He could now understand why, during the last competition, Dongfang Wuya insisted that Qinghe wore a veil hat—it truly could block some of the indecent gazes from men.

While everyone was staring intently at Shen Qinghe, another female cultivator appeared amidst the throng of servants.

Clad in red garments with a waist too slim to grasp, her beauty was as exquisite as flowers under the moonlight; it was Nan Sheng.

The moment everyone saw Nan Sheng, the scene became lively again, for Nan Sheng too was a legendary figure.

Once a genius female cultivator of Sky Pole Sect, later expelled from her sect, the next moment she became the princess of the Demon Realm. Now, seeing Nan Sheng’s face, it was clear why she had once enchanted all the male cultivators of Sky Pole Sect with such ease.

Perhaps because they had seen Shen Qinghe first, her beauty had dazzled them, and when they saw Nan Sheng after, they felt she was indeed beautiful, but she lacked Shen Qinghe’s breathtaking allure.

In summary, Nan Sheng fell short of Shen Qinghe in both appearance and aura, thus she was somewhat inferior.