The silver dress cascaded down to her feet, gently floating above the surface of the lake, and just as splendid was her silvery hair that fell behind her like spun crystal threads, drifting lightly in the wind.
A face of incomparable beauty, as if she was the grace of the world personified. Her large purple eyes were filled with bewilderment and daze.
She slowly raised her hand, foolishly gazed at her tender, spring onion-like fingers, and then at the circles of silver ripples quietly undulating under her feet. On her palm, silver scales flickered out of sight.
On the boat, Lan Xuanyu was so excited he could hardly contain himself, about to rush out at a moment's notice. But he was pulled back onto the boat by a strand of golden energy from beside him.
A strong, trembling hand landed on his shoulder, pinning him to the boat. In the next moment, the owner of that hand had already stepped out, silently landing on the surface of the lake.
