Glass Saint’s Transformation

A woman sat quietly in Saint Jiang's Herb Palace in the Holy Zhi Palace. She was wearing elegant, light clothing; very simple and clean but still beautiful enough to make one lose their breath. The only thing lacking was the expression on her pretty face, or rather her lack of expression. It was like still water without the slightest ripple. No joy or anger could be seen on her face, and thus, she looked extraordinarily lonely.

At that moment, there was the sound of footsteps as Little Butterfly approached. When she saw that calm figure, she was amazed even though she herself was a very beautiful woman. The foremost beauty in the Easter State's disposition was different than before. It was as if she was completely divorced from the world, and completely supernatural. It was as she was no longer of this world.

"Senior Glass Saint, the people from Lapis Lazuli Holy Temple are still outside. They won't leave," said Little Butterfly.