3260 The World Master

In the tranquil embrace of an ancient pagoda canopy, nestled among the serene, mist-shrouded prairie, there sat a captivating figure draped in regal, amethyst silk robes. Her flowing, obsidian-black hair cascaded like a river of night, tumbling down her back, framed by delicate strands of pearls and jade hairpins that gleamed softly in the sunlight that could be illusory.

Seated on a gracefully carved wooden chair with intricate patterns, her posture was one of graceful poise.

In her delicate, porcelain hands, she held a small, exquisitely painted porcelain teapot, its surface adorned with vibrant cherry blossoms and serene mountainscapes. With measured grace, she poured steaming hot, highly dense spirit water from a matching teapot, its spout resembling a mythical dragon's head, into a tiny, meticulously crafted tea cup.

Her movements were fluid and unhurried, almost as though it was a reflection of her deep understanding of the mysteries of the world.