Chapter 175
She stood under the scent of abundant trees.
The sophisticated interior and her graceful posture.
This place alone glowed softly, as if it were a serene Eastern painting.
Asilia, the Snowflake Sword.
The beauty that elicited a small gasp upon seeing her couldn’t define her alone. Her long, dark blue hair flowed smoothly. Her eyes, deep as if they held the entire world within them. Even her elegant body, tracing soft curves, was insufficient to describe her.
A gentle smile rested on her lips.
Her faint smile, as delicate as the first snow, was marvelous. It was so calming and graceful that it dissolved any wariness or tension.
A softness and righteousness that seemed to know everything. A warmth that felt like it could embrace anything.
To understand her, one must only gaze upon that smile.