Ye Futian cast a scrutinizing eye at the woman. The woman was wearing a white garment that was clean and simple. Her eyes were as clear and ethereal as the water of the lake. One look into her eyes was like bathing under the moonlight in a moon-lit night, and one couldn't help but feel a sense of tranquility.
"I'm just taking a stroll around here. I'm sorry if I inadvertently disturbed the goddess." The boat Ye Futian was on approached this side of the shore as he made a slight bow to the woman. Facing a woman like this, he couldn't have any bad feelings toward her.
Although her beauty was not the type that would topple a kingdom, it was an ethereal beauty out of this world, pure and flawless, like a goddess not of this world, without the sully of earthly influences.