Sarriel walked forward with light steps, her beauty lighting up the otherwise dark atmosphere.
Basically, all Fey women were beauties amongst beauties, and yet she managed to stand out anyway, as though the Heaven's themselves had reached down their hands to mold her to perfection.
Although her expression seemed unchanging, the constant sway of the air and aura around her made it feel as though she was constantly switching between differing temperaments, and somehow that only made her feel all the more enticing.
She was only in the Lord Realm, and yet her momentum made those around her feel as though she had already completed her journey of cultivation, stepping into the highest Realm there was and basking in the glory of True Godhood.
Young Master Moon didn't seem to have eyes for anyone other than her. Although he was calm, his eyes seemed to have stars exploding within them.