Chương 538: Laughter

The woman had a head of long silver hair. She was quite the beauty herself, matching up to Isemeine quite well. But, considering their talent and cultivation, one would be more hard pressed to find a woman that wasn't a beauty rather than finding one that was. There was a reason that Ryu was usually unmoved by it all. 

Compared to Isemeine's tight martial robes, though, this young woman wore a flowing dress that was a pale shade of green. It seemed that the color suited her quite well, accentuating the shimmering silver gloss of her hair and eyes. 

That said, most would be drawn to the deep ravine that could be found at her chest. Something like thinking about just how much the colors suited her would be secondary for most, even if you were a woman who preferred men. 

"Zenavey." Isemeine replied to the 'greeting' plainly.