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She was unmatched in beauty, like a shimmering pearl bathed in the light of dawn, otherworldly and pure, with skin like immortal jade and natural elegance. Her face was nearly flawless, void of any blemish—one of the most beautiful female cultivators Han Li had ever seen.
Qiu Shuhui was incredibly beautiful, appearing to be only around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, yet her whole being radiated a captivating quality. With a natural charm and a delicately gorgeous yet cold face, she stood out prominently.
Her skin was whiter than snow, and her body emitted a divine glow, as if enveloped in frost. Her figure was slender and graceful, carved like the Nine Heavenly Immortal Jade.
Her hair, black as a raven's feathers, cascaded down to her waist, and her white dress was purer than snow. Merely standing there, she gave Han Li the impression of a being untouched by mundane concerns, more saintly than a goddess, truly a rare beauty of her generation.