The Line Of Divergence
In a sealed chamber, two women sat opposite each other, resting on a cultivation cushion. Their legs were crossed, and their expressions were solemn.
One of them wore a purple robe, her bosoms practically overflowing although her stomach was also bloated at the moment, indicating she was pregnant, while the other wore a pristine white robe with icy-blue phoenix designs, her figure practically that of a snow-white beauty with blonde hair.
There were also two more women standing at the corner.
They could see that the two women at the center were of unmatched beauty, but amidst them was also a man who walked to them and bent beside the white-robed woman, patting her head before he firmly held her frail shoulder with care.