It’s night.

The moon is at its zenith.

Jiang Ning slowly opens his eyes once again.

Hoo—

He breathes out a mouthful of impure energy from his abdomen.

Then he warmly rubs his brow, easing the discomfort there.

A moment later.

He stops the action in his hands and looks at his panel.

[Skill]: Spirit Platform Cave Illumination True Self Method (Second Limit Breaking 10227/30000) 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Seeing the accumulation of Experience Value, a smile emerges involuntarily at the corner of his mouth.

"With this efficiency, in just two days and nights, I should be able to break through; the speed is getting faster and faster!"

At this moment.

He looks up at the bright moon overhead.

The moment before, he felt as if the moon overhead suddenly became a little brighter.

"Could it be an illusion?" He stares at the moon above, lingering for a few breaths, a hint of doubt in his gaze.

In the next instant.

His eyes narrow slightly.

He sees a shadow suddenly appear in the full moon above.

Then, a beam of moonlight appears in his pupils, falling from above.

His gaze immediately fixes.

The moonlight disperses, and a figure falls into his eyes.

The tip of her foot touches the slightly wet stone slab, not making a single sound.

The snow spontaneously disperses beneath her feet, as if it too does not wish to taint this chilliness.

The woman wears a spring and summer long dress, the fabric thin, accentuating her graceful figure.

With a bamboo hat atop her head, the white veil draping from it hides most of her face.

Only a finely chiseled chin like jade carving, a faint cherry-colored lip, and a few strands of black, satin-like hair drape down.

Though her full appearance is unseen, the elegance that the tip of the iceberg reveals, and her graceful figure standing in the snow naturally exudes a cool, aloof, and unique aura, indicating the extraordinary beauty before him.

Staring at the cherry-like lips and finely chiseled chin beneath the bamboo hat.

He feels an uncanny familiarity.

Yet, the remarkable aura about her prevents him from recalling who she might be.

This kind of aura is not like that of mortal women, but that of a goddess in the world, a goddess from the Moon Palace.

"Who might you be??" Jiang Ning rises, his expression calm, with a hint of cautiousness in his heart.

For the way the woman made her entrance was quite distinct.

Transforming into moonlight and falling before him, disregarding the array of the National Master Mansion.

Either method alone commands his attention.

Not to mention both methods manifested in one individual.

"What a heartless person!" The woman’s lips curve up into a slight arc.

In the next moment.

She removes the bamboo hat, immediately revealing a face of extraordinary beauty, laid bare in Jiang Ning’s gaze.

Eyebrows like distant mountains brushed with dark moss, eyes like a cold pond reflecting the moon, piercingly clear.

A straight nose, lips faint in color yet perfectly curved.

Her skin is pale and delicate, surpassing new snow by three degrees, yet with no sign of frailty, instead radiating the warmth of jade and the clarity of ice and snow.

Her whole face is exquisitely flawless, with no visible pores.

Together, they combine into a beauty that transcends mortal language, breathtaking.

The beauty lies not only in the extreme perfection of her features but also in her aura.

As cold as timeless profound ice, as lofty as plum blossoms in cloud-tipped peaks, her gaze shifts with an aloofness and insight that looks down upon the world.

A celestial beauty, not of this world!

Compared with the image in his mind, the face bears ninety percent likeness, but with an additional change.

This change is perfectly appropriate, raising her beauty by thirty percent.

Moreover, the change in aura is greater.

There is less of the worldly presence and more of a goddess’s breath.

Giving Jiang Ning a sense of the Moon Palace Goddess.

At this moment, he also notices.

As Lin Qingyi removes the bamboo hat, moonlight spills over her hair, black like satin, and her green dress, lingering like moon essence upon it.

Making her more conspicuous, more captivating, more radiant in the snowy night.

"Long time no see!" Jiang Ning slowly smiles, seemingly smiling.

"It really has been a while!" Lin Qingyi speaks, slightly nodding her exquisitely chiseled chin.

"What brings you to the Royal Capital?" Jiang Ning asks.

Immediately after speaking, he realizes and nods.

"Ah, I forgot you’re someone from the Royal Capital too!"

Upon hearing this, her eyes flicker, glancing at Jiang Ning.

"I came to the Royal Capital to find you!"

"To find me?" Jiang Ning is somewhat puzzled.

Lin Qingyi glances at Jiang Ning, then sweeps her eyes over the surrounding pristine snow.

"Are we to speak here? I’m naturally cold, and now my clothes are thin!"

As she speaks, a cold wind blows, pressing the green dress against her skin, highlighting a pair of slender legs, also revealing a pair of embroidered green shoes.

Simultaneously, a small section of calf like jade is visible.

Jiang Ning shakes his head, "In this deep winter, you still don’t think to wear more."

Then he heads towards the room.

"Follow me then!"

Hearing this, Lin Qingyi’s mouth lifts into a slight curve, following Jiang Ning.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Ning waves a hand, and the candles on the table instantly ignite, their flames dancing to outline the two long shadows.

Afterwards, Jiang Ning brings out the charcoal brazier, while adding more charcoal.

With a thought, the charcoal is instantly topped with sparks like stars, lighting seven or eight pieces swiftly.

Soon, the charcoal is bright, the bluish-red flames dancing.

Warmth circulates swiftly within the room.

Lin Qingyi places the bamboo hat on a nearby table.

Then steps forward two steps.

She spreads her hands, the fingers green and jade-like, appearing even more delicate than six months ago, like the fingers of a girl in her prime sheltered deep in her chamber.

"Now it’s warm!" She warms her hands by the fire, then pokes her palm.